"Your health, Kneebone." "Allow me to offer you a glass of usquebaugh, my dear," said Kneebone, turning from him, and regarding Edgeworth Bess with a stare so impertinent, that even that not over-delicate young lady summoned up a blush.
"With pleasure, Sir," replied Edgeworth Bess.

"Dear me!" she added, as she pledged the amorous woollen-draper, "what a beautiful ring that is." "Do you think so ?" replied Kneebone, taking it off, and placing it on her finger, which he took the opportunity of kissing at the same time; "wear it for my sake." "Oh, dear!" simpered Edgeworth Bess, endeavouring to hide her confusion by looking steadfastly at her plate.
"You don't eat," continued Kneebone, addressing Jack, who had remained for some time thoughtful, and pre-occupied with his head upon his hand.
"The Captain has seldom much appetite," replied Blueskin, who, having disposed of the fowl, was commencing a vigorous attack upon the sirloin.
"I eat for both." "So it seems," observed the woollen-draper, "and for every one else, too." "I say, Kneebone," rejoined Blueskin, as he washed down an immense mouthful with another bumper, "do you recollect how nearly Mr.Wild and I were nabbing you in this very room, some nine years ago ?" "I do," replied Kneebone; "and now," he added, aside, "the case is altered.

I'm nearly nabbing _you_." "A good deal has occurred since then, eh, Captain!" said Blueskin, nudging Jack.
"Much that I would willingly forget.

Nothing that I desire to remember," replied Sheppard, sternly.

"On that night,--in this room,--in your presence, Blueskin,--in yours Mr.Kneebone, Mrs.Wood struck me a blow which made me a robber." "She has paid dearly for it," muttered Blueskin.
"She has," rejoined Sheppard.