"Well, if you'll name that you'll name anything. Ate too much
indeed! Do you think I was going to pay for a dinner, and eat
nothing? No, Mr. Caudle; it's a good thing for you that I know a
little more of the value of money than that.

"But, of course, you were better engaged than in attending to me.
Mr. Prettyman came on board at Gravesend. A planned thing, of
course. You think I didn't see him give you a letter.

"IT WASN'T A LETTER; IT WAS A NEWSPAPER?

"I daresay; ill as I was, I had my eyes. It was the smallest
newspaper I ever saw, that's all. But of course, a letter from Miss
Prettyman--Now, Caudle, if you begin to cry out in that manner, I'll
get up. Do you forget that you are not at your own house? making
that noise! Disturbing everybody! Why, we shall have the landlord
up! And you could smoke and drink 'forward,' as you called it.
What?

"YOU COULDN'T SMOKE ANYWHERE ELSE?

"That's nothing to do with it. Yes; forward. What a pity that Miss
Prettyman wasn't with you! I'm sure nothing could be too forward for
her. No, I won't hold my tongue; and I ought not to be ashamed of
myself. It isn't treason, is it, to speak of Miss Prettyman? After
all I've suffered to-day, and I'm not to open my lips! Yes; I'm to
be brought away from my own home, dragged down here to the sea-side,
and made ill! and I'm not to speak. I should like to know what next.