You let me go; it's my husband, and I want to talk to 'im.'

"'It's all right,' I ses, waving my 'and at Miss Lamb, wot was going to
speak, and smiling at my missis, wot was trying to get at me.

"'We went to look for you,' ses Miss Lamb, very quick. 'He said you were
at the music-'all, and as you 'adn't got my letter I thought it was very
likely.'

"'But I did get your letter,' ses the cap'n.

"'He said you didn't,' ses Miss Lamb.

"'Look 'ere,' I ses. 'Why don't you keep quiet and let me explain? I
can explain everything.'

"'I'm glad o' that, for your sake, my man,' ses the cap'n, looking at me
very hard. 'I 'ope you will be able to explain 'ow it was you came to
leave the wharf for three hours.'

"I saw it all then. If I split about Mrs. Plimmer, he'd split to the
guv'nor about my leaving my dooty, and I should get the sack. I thought
I should ha' choked, and, judging by the way they banged me on the back,
Bob and the cook thought so too. They 'elped me to a chair when I got
better, and I sat there 'elpless while the cap'n went on talking.

"'I'm no mischief-maker,' he ses; 'and, besides, p'r'aps he's been
punished enough. And as far as I'm concerned he can take this lady to a
music-'all every night of the week if 'e likes. I've done with her.'