They've got to know, so they may as well know now as later on." "Know what ?" inquired Jack Nugent, abruptly.

"What are you making that face for, Sam ?" Mr.Wilks mumbled something about a decayed tooth, and to give colour to the statement continued a series of contortions which made his face ache.
"You should take something for that tooth," said the boarding-master, with great solicitude.

"Wot do you say to a glass o' whisky ?" He motioned to the fatal bottle, which still stood on the table; the steward caught his breath, and then, rising to the occasion, said that he had already had a couple of glasses, and they had done no good.
"What's your message ?" inquired Jack Nugent, impatiently.
"I'm just going to tell you," said Mr.Smith.

"I was out early this morning, strolling down by the harbour to get a little appetite for breakfast, when who should I see coming along, looking as though 'e 'ad just come from a funeral, but Cap'n Nugent! I was going to pass 'im, but he stopped me and asked me to take a message from 'im to 'is old and faithful steward, Mr.Wilks." "Why, has he gone away ?" exclaimed Mrs.Kingdom.
"His old and faithful steward," repeated Mr.Smith, motioning her to silence.

"'Tell 'im,' he says, 'that I am heartily ashamed of myself for wot took place last night--and him, too.