"It looks greasy, and smells greasy," he said to Anne, turning over the
collops with a spoon. "I won't be ten minutes dining. Will you have some
tea?"

Anne declined again.

Arnold tried her once more. "What shall we do to get through the
evening?"

"Do what you like," she answered, resignedly.

Arnold's mind was suddenly illuminated by an idea.

"I have got it!" he exclaimed. "We'll kill the time as our
cabin-passengers used to kill it at sea." He looked over his shoulder at
Mr. Bishopriggs. "Waiter! bring a pack of cards."

"What's that ye're wantin'?" asked Mr. Bishopriggs, doubting the
evidence of his own senses.

"A pack of cards," repeated Arnold.

"Cairds?" echoed Mr. Bishopriggs. "A pack o' cairds? The deevil's
allegories in the deevil's own colors--red and black! I wunna execute
yer order. For yer ain saul's sake, I wunna do it. Ha' ye lived to your
time o' life, and are ye no' awakened yet to the awfu' seenfulness o'
gamblin' wi' the cairds?"

"Just as you please," returned Arnold. "You will find me awakened--when
I go away--to the awful folly of feeing a waiter."