Or mind; I'll call you Don Doloroso, and that shall be your name in England.

See there!--that's--that's?
what's the name of that place?
Hoy! Mr.Skerne!' She hailed the boatswain, passing, 'Do tell me the name of that place.' Mr.Skerne righted about to satisfy her minutely, and then coming up to Evan, he touched his hat, and said: 'I mayn't have another opportunity--we shall be busy up there--of thankin' you again, sir, for what you did for my poor drunken brother Bill, and you may take my word I won't forget it, sir, if he does; and I suppose he'll be drowning his memory just as he was near drowning himself.' Evan muttered something, grimaced civilly, and turned away.

The girl's observant brows were moved to a faintly critical frown, and nodding intelligently to the boatswain's remark, that the young gentleman did not seem quite himself, now that he was nearing home, she went up to Evan, and said: 'I'm going to give you a lesson in manners, to be quits with you.
Listen, sir.

Why did you turn away so ungraciously from Mr.Skerne, while he was thanking you for having saved his brother's life?
Now there's where you're too English.

Can't you bear to be thanked ?' 'I don't want to be thanked because I can swim,' said Evan.
'But it is not that.