There he told the guard to wait at the door, which entered into the ante-room.

Then he unlocked a drawer and took out of it a pair of pistols.

These he laid on the table (for he knew the times), noting the while that the seaman watched him with a pensive, deprecating grin.
"Well, sir," he said sharply (for he was something nettled), "out with your business, and your name in preface." "My name is Edward Bucklaw, and I have come to your excellency because I know there is no braver and more enterprising gentleman in the world." He paused.

"So much for preamble; now for the discourse." "By your excellency's leave.

I am a poor man.