 Then you think a girl the like of yourself might maybe not mind the past at all, but only be seeing the good herself put in me. Why, sure. Why, well, she'd not be sorry for it. I take an oath. There's no more drinking and roving about I'd be doing then. But giving my payday into her hand and staying at home with her meek as a lamb every night of the week I'd be in port. All you got to do now is find the girl. Well, I have found her. You have? I mean, when? I thought you were saying... Well, this night. If she'll be having me.