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At that Philip laughed immoderately. It was a relief to drown with laughter the riot going on within. "Aw, dear, what's agate of the boy?" thought Grannie. "Is it a dog bite that's working on him?" thought Nancy. "Speaking!" cried Philip, "of course I'm speaking. I've come in to do it, Mr. Cregeen I've come in to speak for Pete.
She came up to him and touched with the tips of her fingers the hand that hung by his side, and said in a voice like a child's, "Fancy! this is the end of everything, and when we part now we are to meet no more. Not the same way at all not as we have met. You will be like anybody else to me, and I will be like anybody else to you. Miss Cregeen, that will be my name and you will be Mr. Christian.
Cregeen, Kath-erine's mother, a good soul getting the name of Grannie, to watch and tend her while he came out to comfort his simple heart in this lone spot between the land and the sea. Katherine's eyes filled at sight of him, and when, without looking up or speaking, he went on to play his crazy tunes, something took the girl by the throat and she broke down utterly. "Never mind, Pete.
Her throat gurgled; she faltered, but she spoke at length in the toneless voice of one who speaks in sleep. "'I, Katherine Cregeen " "'Take thee, Peter Quilliam " The toneless voice broke "take thee, Peter Quilliam " And then all came in a rush, with some of the words distinctly repeated, and some of them droned and dropped " 'to my wedded husband, to have and to hold "
In daring to make over a hundred pounds a week out of a ramshackle old lifeboat that Cregeen had sold to him for thirty-five pounds, Denry was outraging Cregeen's moral code. Cregeen had paid thirty-five pounds for the Fleetwinz, a craft immeasurably superior to Denry's nameless tub. And was Cregeen making a hundred pounds a week out of it? Not a hundred shillings!
Come now, Cæsar, say the word, sir, and make the young people happy." He almost foundered over that last word, but Cæsar kept him up with a searching look. "Why, I picked him out of the streets, as you might say," said Cæsar. "So you did, Mr. Cregeen, so you did. I always thought you were a discerning man, Cæsar. What do you say, Grannie?
"I'll be in John's cabin, under the pier," said Cregeen, "where ye found me this mornun." "Right," said Denry. If Ruth had not been caracoling on her absurdly high horse, she would have had the truth out of Denry in a moment concerning these early morning interviews and mysterious transactions in shipping. But from that height she could not deign to be curious. And so she said naught.
'Truth enough, says I; 'you've lived a life of carnal freedom, but now is the appointed time. Say, "Lord, I belaive; help thou my unbelaife." 'Too late, Mr. Cregeen, too late, says he, and the word was scarce out of his mouth when he was key-cold in a minute, and gone into the night of all flesh that's lost.
Cregeen?" said the voice of Philip. "Better, sir much better," answered Grannie. "No return of the unconsciousness?" "Aw, no," said Grannie. "Was she" Kate thought the voice faltered "was she delirious?" "Not rambling at all," replied Grannie. "Thank God," said Philip, and Kate felt a long breath of relief go through the air. "I didn't hear of it until this morning," said Philip.
The voice of Grannie went muffled down the stairs with many "Aw dears, aw dears!" and then crackled from below through the floor and the unceiled joists, saying sharply but with a tremor, too, "Nancy Joe, why aren't you taking a cup of something upstairs, woman?" "Goodness me, Mistress Cregeen, is it true for all?" said Nancy. "Why, of course it's true.
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