“‘There’s eddication and there’s common sense,’ I ses.  ’Some people ’as one and some people ‘as the other.  Give me common sense.’

“‘That’s wot you want,’ he ses, nodding.

“‘And, o’ course,’ I ses, looking at ’im, ’there’s some people ’asn’t got either one or the other.’

“The office-boy came out of the office afore he could think of an answer, and the pair of ’em stood there talking to show off their cleverness, till their tongues ached.  I took up my broom and went on sweeping, and they was so busy talking long words they didn’t know the meaning of to each other that they was arf choked with dust afore they noticed it.  When they did notice it they left off using long words, and the skipper tried to hurt my feelings with a few short ones ’e knew.

“’It’s no good wasting your breath on ‘im,’ ses the boy.  ’You might as well talk to a beer-barrel.’

“He went off, dusting ’imself down with his little pocket-’ankercher, and arter the skipper ’ad told me wot he’d like to do, only he was too sorry for me to do it, ’e went back to the ship to put on a clean collar, and went off for the evening.

“He always used to go off by hisself of a evening, and I used to wonder ’ow he passed the time.  Then one night I found out.

“I had just come out of the Bear’s Head, and stopped to look round afore going back to the wharf, when I see a couple o’ people standing on the swing-bridge saying ‘Good-bye’ to each other.  One of ’em was a man and the other wasn’t.

“‘Evening, cap’n,’ I ses, as he came towards me, and gave a little start.  ’I didn’t know you ‘ad brought your missis up with you this trip.’

“‘Evening, Bill,’ he ses, very peaceful.  ‘Wot a lovely evening!’

“‘Bee-utiful!’ I ses.

“‘So fresh,’ ses the skipper, sniffing in some of the air.

“‘Makes you feel quite young agin,’ I ses.

“He didn’t say nothing to that, except to look at me out of the corner of ’is eye; and stepping on to the wharf had another look at the sky to admire it, and then went aboard his ship.  If he ’ad only stood me a pint, and trusted me, things might ha’ turned out different.

“Quite by chance I happened to be in the Bear’s Head a week arterwards, and, quite by chance, as I came out I saw the skipper saying ‘Good-bye’ on the bridge agin.  He seemed to be put out about something, and when I said ’Wot a lovely evening it would be if only it wasn’t raining ‘ard!’ he said something about knocking my ’ead off.

“‘And you keep your nose out o’ my bisness,’ he ses, very fierce.

“‘Your bisness!’ I ses.  ‘Wot bisness?’

“’There’s some people as might like to know that you leave the wharf to look arter itself while you’re sitting in a pub swilling gallons and gallons o’ beer,’ he ses, in a nasty sort o’ way.  ’Live and let live, that’s my motter.”

“‘I don’t know wot you’re talking about,’ I ses, ’but it don’t matter anyways.  I’ve got a clear conscience; that’s the main thing.  I’m as open as the day, and there’s nothing about me that I’d mind anybody knowing.  Wot a pity it is everybody can’t say the same!’