He is not a bad sort of fellow for all his roughness, and when a young man finds that an accident deprives him of a quarter of a million of money and leaves him without a sixpence beyond his commission in a marching regiment under orders for a convict settlement, he has some reason to rail against fate." "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.
"Ah! Doctor, you don't mean that, I know," said a rich soft voice at his elbow.
It was Sarah Purfoy emerging from her cabin.
"Here is the wench!" cries Blunt.

"We are talking of your eyes, my dear." "Well, they'll bear talking about, captain, won't they ?" asked she, turning them full upon him.
"By the Lord, they will!" says Blunt, smacking his hand on the table.
"They're the finest eyes I've seen in my life, and they've got the reddest lips under 'm that--" "Let me pass, Captain Blunt, if you please.