No, there is no accounting for tastes anyhow.
There's the mess-bugle, your honor.

Next time we hear it, it will be at say, and maybe there won't be many ready to attind to it." Denis' prediction was verified.

The vessel sailed at two o'clock in the afternoon, and by six was rolling heavily, and a brisk wind was blowing.

The Twenty-eighth had not long before made the voyage from the south of France, but they had been favored by exceptionally fine weather, and had experienced nothing like the tossing they were now undergoing.

The consequence was that only about half a dozen officers obeyed the bugle call to mess.
There was a general feeling of satisfaction when the low coast round Ostend was sighted, for the voyage throughout had been a rough one.
Under certain circumstances a sea voyage is delightful, but confinement in a crowded transport in rough weather is the reverse of a pleasant experience.