"Wi' all the pleasure in life, sir, as Uncle Zachy said when he gi'ed
his da'ter in marriage."

In less than ten minutes Caleb had brought his boat round to the
quay. Mr. Fogo stepped in, and was presently seated in the stern and
meditatively listening while Caleb rowed--and talked--"like a
Trojan."

Here we may leave them for a while and return to the Admiral, whom we
left in the act of plunging furiously into his own house. It was not
the habit of that fiery little tar to hide his emotions from the wife
of his bosom.

"Emily!" he bellowed, "Em-i-ly, I say! Come down this instant."

The three Misses Buzza at the parlour window knew the tone, and
shuddered: Mrs. Buzza, up-stairs, heard, trembled, and obeyed.

"Yes, darling. What is it?"

"Fill the warming-pan at once. I'm going to bed."

"To bed, love!"

"Yes, to bed. Don't I speak plainly enough? To bed, ma'am, to bed,
and at once."

"You are upset, dearest; be cool, I implore you."

"Be cool! Be coo'--Don't hector me, ma'am, but fetch that