Homeward Bound / Sailor’s Knots, Part 2.

Produced by David Widger

SAILORS’ KNOTS

By W.W. Jacobs

1909

Part 2.


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HOMEWARD BOUND

Mr. Hatchard’s conversation for nearly a week had been confined to fault- finding and grunts, a system of treatment designed to wean Mrs. Hatchard from her besetting sin of extravagance. On other occasions the treatment had, for short periods, proved successful, but it was quite evident that his wife’s constitution was becoming inured to this physic and required a change of treatment. The evidence stared at him from the mantelpiece in the shape of a pair of huge pink vases, which had certainly not been there when he left in the morning. He looked at them and breathed heavily.

“Pretty, ain’t they?” said his wife, nodding at them.

“Who gave ’em to you?” inquired Mr. Hatchard, sternly.

His wife shook her head. “You don’t get vases like that given to you,” she said, slowly. “Leastways, I don’t.”

“Do you mean to say you bought ’em?” demanded her husband.

Mrs. Hatchard nodded.

“After all I said to you about wasting my money?” persisted Mr. Hatchard, in amazed accents.

Mrs. Hatchard nodded, more brightly than before.

“There has got to be an end to this!” said her husband, desperately. “I won’t have it! D’ye hear? I won’t—have—it!”

“I bought ’em with my own money,” said his wife, tossing her head.

“Your money?” said Mr. Hatchard. “To hear you talk anybody ‘ud think you’d got three hundred a year, instead o’ thirty. Your money ought to be spent in useful things, same as what mine is. Why should I spend my money keeping you, while you waste yours on pink vases and having friends in to tea?”

Mrs. Hatchard’s still comely face took on a deeper tinge.

“Keeping me?” she said, sharply. “You’d better stop before you say anything you might be sorry for, Alfred.”

“I should have to talk a long time before I said that,” retorted the other.

“I’m not so sure,” said his wife. “I’m beginning to be tired of it.”

“I’ve reasoned with you,” continued Mr. Hatchard, “I’ve argued with you, and I’ve pointed out the error of your ways to you, and it’s all no good.”

“Oh, be quiet, and don’t talk nonsense,” said his wife.

“Talking,” continued Mr. Hatchard, “as I said before, is no good. Deeds, not words, is what is wanted.”

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