Let me go away and die of a broken heart. Perhaps it's best."
Mrs. Pepper looked at him with kindling eyes.
"Let me go away and die of a broken heart," repeated the captain, with
real feeling. "I'd rather do it. I would indeed."
Mrs. Pepper, bursting into angry tears, flung her arms round his neck
again, and sobbed on his shoulder. The pilot, obeying the frenzied
injunctions of his friend's eye, drew down the blind.
"There's quite a crowd outside," he remarked.
"I don't mind," said his wife amiably. "They'll soon know who he is."
She stood holding the captain's hand and stroking it, and whenever his
feelings became too much for her put her head down on his waistcoat. At
such times the captain glared fiercely at the ex-pilot, who, being of a
weak nature, was unable, despite his anxiety, to give his risible
faculties that control which the solemnity of the occasion demanded.
The afternoon wore slowly away. Miss Winthrop, who disliked scandal, had
allowed something of the affair to leak out, and several visitors,
including a local reporter, called, but were put off till the morrow, on
the not unnatural plea that the long-separated couple desired a little
privacy. The three sat silent, the ex-pilot, with wrinkled brows, trying
hard to decipher the lip-language in which the captain addressed him
whenever he had an opportunity, but could only dimly guess its purport,
when the captain pressed his huge fist into the service as well.
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