Fitzroy tore him down into his own cabin, shut him in and ran to the
first lieutenant, with a tear in his eye. "Can I have a sentry, sir?"

"Sentry! What for?"

"The doctor--awfully cut up at leaving his wife: got him in my cabin.
Wants to have his cry to himself."

"Fancy a fellow crying at going to sea!"

"It is not that, sir; it is leaving his wife."

"Well, is he the only man on board that has got a wife?"

"Why, no, sir. It is odd, now I think of it. Perhaps he has only got
that ONE."

"Curious creatures, landsmen," said the first lieutenant. "However, you
can stick a marine there."

"And I say, show the YOUNGSTER the berths, and let him choose, as the
doctor's aground."

"Yes, sir."

So Fitzoy planted his marine, and then went after Lord Tadcaster: he had
drawn up alongside his cousin, Captain Hamilton. The captain, being an
admirer of Lady Cicely, was mighty civil to his little lordship, and
talked to him more than was his wont on the quarterdeck; for though