His heart fell into his heels, and no more agility remained in him.

He had made up his mind that Admiral Darling would forget all about him by Saturday; and though the fair image of Dolly would abide in that quiet mind for a long while, the balance of his wishes (cast by shyness) was heavily against this visit.

And the boys, who understood his nature, with a poignant love--like that of our friends in this world--began to probe his tender places.
"One more jump, Captain Scuddy! You must; to show the flunky what you can do." "Oh, don't I wish I was going?
He'll have turtle soup, and venison, and two men behind his chair." "And the beautiful young ladies looking at him every time he takes a mouthful." "But he dare not go courting after thirteen jumps.

And he has vowed that he will have another.

Come, Captain Scuddy, no time to lose." But Scudamore set off to face his doom, with his old hat hanging on the back of his head--as it generally did--and his ruddy face and mild blue eyes full of humorous diffidence and perplexity.
"If you please, sir, his honour the Hadmiral have sent me to fetch 'e and your things; and hoss be baiting along of the Blue Dragon." "I am sorry to say that I forgot all about it, or, at least, I thought that he would.