"The cap'n fell into 'is own trap," he said, slowly.

"There's no lor for 'im! He'd only get laughed at.

The idea of trying to get me to put little Amelia Kybird's young man away.

Why, I was 'er god-father." Mr.Swann stared at him, and then with a friendly "good morning" departed.

Half-way along the passage he stopped, and retracing his steps produced his cigar-case and offered the astonished boarding-master a cigar.
"I s'pose," said that gentleman as he watched the other's retreating figure and dubiously smelt the cigar; "I s'pose it's all right; but he's a larky sort, and I 'ave heard of 'em exploding.