"That's me all over," replied Sam, evidently pleased. "You see, I
ain't polite--not a ladies' man in any way."

"There I am sure you do yourself injustice."

"No, 'pon my word! I never had any practice."

"What, not among all the charming girls I saw in church yesterday?
Oh, Mr. Buzza, you mustn't tell me _that_." A look from the dark
eyes accompanied this sentence.

Now, very few young men of Sam's stamp greatly mind being considered
gay Lotharios. So that when he repeated that "'Pon his word he
wasn't," he also turned his neck about in his collar for a second or
so, smiled meaningly, and altogether looked rather pleased than not.

"I'm afraid you are a very sad character, Mr. Buzza."

"No, really now."

"And are deceiving me horribly."

"No, really; wouldn't think of it."

"Sam!" broke in the Admiral's voice in tones of thunder.

"Yes, sir."

"How does Mr. Moggridge describe the 'Man-o'-War' Hotel?"