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Captain Shaw was in his every-day clothes, which lost him a point in Mrs. Lunn’s observant eyes; but Captain Crowe had paid her the honor of putting on his best coat for this evening visit. She thought at first that he had even changed his shirt, but upon reflection remembered that this could not be taken as a special recognition of her charms, it being Wednesday night. On the wharves, or in a down-town office, the two men were by way of being good friends, but at this moment great Captain Crowe openly despised his social inferior, and after a formal recognition of his unwelcome presence ignored him with unusual bravery, and addressed Mrs. Lunn with grave politeness. He was dimly conscious of the younger and lesser man’s being for some unexplainable reason a formidable rival, and tried blunderingly to show the degree of intimacy which existed between himself and the lady.

“I just looked in to report about our little matter of business. I’ve got the estimates with me, but ‘t will do just as well another time,” said the big mariner in his disapproving, soft voice.

Captain Shaw instinctively scuffed his feet at the sound, and even felt for his account-book in an inside pocket to reassure himself of his financial standing. “I could buy him an’ sell him twice over,” he muttered angrily, as loud as he dared.

Mrs. Lunn rose to a command of the occasion at once; there was no sense in men of their age behaving like schoolboys. “Oh, my, yes!” she hastened to say, as she rose with a simpering smile. “‘T ain’t as if ‘t was any kind o’ consequence, you know; not but what I’m just as much obliged.”

Captain Crowe scowled now; this was still the affair of the shingles, and it had been of enough consequence two days before to protract a conversation through two long hours. He had wished ever since that he had thought then to tell Mrs. Lunn that if she would just say the word, she never need think of those shingles again, nor of the cost of them. It would have been a pretty way to convey the state of his feelings toward her; but he had lost the opportunity, it might be forever. To use his own expression, he now put about and steered a new course.

“I come by your house just now,” he said to Captain Shaw, who still glowered from the rocking-chair. “Your young folks seemed to be havin’ a great time. Well, I like to see young folks happy. They generally be,” he chuckled maliciously; “’tis we old ones have the worst of it, soon as they begin to want to have everything their way.”

“I don’t allow no trouble for’ard when I’m on deck,” said Shipmaster Shaw more cheerfully; he hardly recognized the covert allusion to his drawbacks as a suitor. “I like to give ’em their liberty. To-night they were bound on some sort of a racket–they got some other young folks in; but gen’ally they do pretty well. I’m goin’ to take my oldest boy right into the office, first o’ January–put him right to business. I need more help; I’ve got too much now for me an’ Decket to handle, though Decket’s a good accountant.”

“Well, I’m glad I’m out of it,” said Captain Crowe. “I don’t want the bother o’ business. I don’t need to slave.”

“No; you shouldn’t have too much to carry at your time o’ life,” rejoined his friend, in a tone that was anything but soothing; and at this moment Maria Lunn returned with her best lamp in full brilliancy. She had listened eagerly to their exchange of compliments, and thought it would be wise to change the subject.

“What’s been goin’ on down street today?” she asked. “I haven’t had occasion to go out, and I don’t have anybody to bring me the news, as I used to.”