"Rest there, if you please--my house is not an inn." The elder man made a second effort to speak, beginning with an oath.

The younger checked him again.
"Shut up, Jim!" said the superior blackguard of the two.

"The gentleman recommends the tap at the inn.

Come and drink the gentleman's health." He turned to the child, and took off his hat to her with a low bow.

"Wish you good morning, Miss! You're just the style, you are, that I admire.
Please don't engage yourself to be married till I come back." His savage companion was so tickled by this delicate pleasantry that he burst suddenly into a roar of laughter.