There were two villagers, both fishermen, of the same name.
One lost his wife and the other his boat on the same day, same time.
The clergyman’s wife called, as she supposed on the widower, but actually came to the house of the one who lost the boat.
“I’m sorry to hear of your great loss,” she said.
“Oh, it is not much of a thing” was the philosophical answer, “Anyway, she wasn’t up to the mark.”
“Indeed!” said the surprised woman.
“Yes” continued the fisherman, “She was a rickety old thing. I offered her to my neighbour but he wouldn’t have her. I’ve had my eye on another for some time. It’s a blessing that I lost her!”
And then the harassed woman fled.