I am going to pay a call." Consternation sat on every face.

Sam Buzza paused in the act of breaking an egg.
"At 'The Bower' ?" he asked.
"At 'The Bower.'" Mrs.Buzza clasped her hands nervously.

The girls turned pale.
"Oh, very well," said Sam, tapping his egg.

"I shouldn't wonder if I turned up while you were there." He was a light-haired, ungainly youth, of about twenty, with a reputation for singing a comic song.

It was understood that the Admiral designed him for College and Holy Orders, but meanwhile time was passing, and Sam sat "with idle hands at home," or more frequently, in the bar of the "Man-o'-War." "You!" exclaimed his father.
"Well, I don't see what there is in that to be surprised about," replied the youth, with an aggrieved air.