yawning, too, in that brutal manner! Caudle, you've no more heart
than that wooden figure in a white petticoat at the front of the
ship.

"No; I COULDN'T leave my temper at home. I dare say! Because for
once in your life you've brought me out--yes, I say once, or two or
three times, it isn't more; because, as I say, you once bring me out,
I'm to be a slave and say nothing. Pleasure, indeed! A great deal
of pleasure I'm to have, if I'm told to hold my tongue. A nice way
that of pleasing a woman.

"Dear me! if the bed doesn't spin round and dance about! I've got
all that filthy ship in my head! No: I sha'n't be well in the
morning. But nothing ever ails anybody but yourself. You needn't
groan in that way, Mr. Caudle, disturbing the people, perhaps, in the
next room. It's a mercy I'm alive, I'm sure. If once I wouldn't
have given all the world for anybody to have thrown me overboard!
What are you smacking your lips at, Mr. Caudle? But I know what you
mean--of course, you'd never have stirred to stop 'em; not you. And
then you might have known that the wind would have blown to-day; but
that's why you came.

"Whatever I should have done if it hadn't been for that good soul--
that blessed Captain Large! I'm sure all the women who go to Margate
ought to pray for him; so attentive in sea-sickness, and so much of a
gentleman! How I should have got down stairs without him when I
first began to turn, I don't know. Don't tell me I never complained
to you; you might have seen I was ill. And when everybody was
looking like a bad wax-candle, you could walk about, and make what
you call your jokes upon the little buoy that was never sick at the