But when she learned what had come about--that this was Kitty's husband, that Kitty Collins wasn't Kitty Collins now, but Mrs.Benjamin Watson of Nantucket--the good soul sat down on the meal-chest and sobbed as if--to quote from Captain Nutter--as if a husband of her own had turned up! A happier set of people than we were never met together in a dingy kitchen or anywhere else.

The Captain ordered a fresh decanter of Madeira, and made all hands, excepting myself, drink a cup to the return of "the prodigal sea-son," as he persisted in calling Sailor Ben.
After the first flush of joy and surprise was over Kitty grew silent and constrained.

Now and then she fixed her eyes thoughtfully on her husband.

Why had he deserted her all these years?
What right had he to look for a welcome from one he had treated so cruelly?
She had been true to him, but had he been true to her?
Sailor Ben must have guessed what was passing in her mind, for presently he took her hand and said--"Well, lass, it's a long yarn, but you shall have it all in good time.

It was my hard luck as made us part company, an' no will of mine, for I loved you dear." Kitty brightened up immediately, needing no other assurance of Sailor Ben's faithfulness.
When his hour had expired, we walked with him down to the wharf, where the Captain held a consultation with the mate, which resulted in an extension of Mr.Watson's leave of absence, and afterwards in his discharge from his ship.