Susan wisely forbore at that moment to make any inquiries about this other girl, of whom she had never heard till that moment, and she put her golden head against her husband's shoulder.
"I think I am quite happy, Tom," she said, "though I am very sorry you don't remember how happy we were when we were first married."
Tom shook his head.
"I'm sorry for that, too," he replied, "but it can't be helped, and we'll be happy yet if you really love me enough to marry me again."
"But we are married, Tom," said Susan.
"You may be," said Tom, "but I haven't the feelings of it, and I mean to ask that long-tail to tie us up again, so that there can be no mistake about it. What do you say?"
Susan said he was a darling, and that she loved him more than ever, and was willing to be married to him a thousand times if he wanted it.
"And you don't mind my bein' a sailor instead of a missionary?" asked Tom.
"I much prefer it, so long as you don't go to sea," said Susan; and leaving that to be arranged later, Tom Ruddle called the curious Chadwick from his cabin.
