"How was it that the son came in for the money after all, then?"

"Why, it seems that when old Devine returned from sending for his lawyer
to alter his will, he got a fit of apoplexy, the result of his rage,
I suppose, and when they opened his room door in the morning
they found him dead."

"And the son's away on the sea somewhere," said Mr. Vickers
"and knows nothing of his good fortune. It is quite a romance."

"I am glad that Frere did not get the money," said Pine, grimly sticking
to his prejudice; "I have seldom seen a face I liked less,
even among my yellow jackets yonder."

"Oh dear, Dr. Pine! How can you?" interjected Mrs. Vickers.
"'Pon my soul, ma'am, some of them have mixed in good society,
I can tell you. There's pickpockets and swindlers down below
who have lived in the best company."

"Dreadful wretches!" cried Mrs. Vickers, shaking out her skirts.
"John, I will go on deck."

At the signal, the party rose.

"Ecod, Pine," says Captain Blunt, as the two were left alone together,
"you and I are always putting our foot into it!"

"Women are always in the way aboard ship," returned Pine.