Off with 'ee this moment!" "Put down those -- s, sir," yelled the Admiral.
"Sarve 'ee right: no business to come: 'tes Bachelor's Hall, this, an' us don't want no womankind trapesin' here: so keep your distance.
Go 'long!" And Caleb began to wave again.
"Sir," cried the Admiral, appealing to Mr.Fogo, "what is the meaning of this extraordinary reception ?" "Eh?
What ?" said that gentleman, who apparently had fallen into a fit of deep abstraction.

"I beg your pardon.

I did not quite catch--" "What is the meaning of all this, sir ?" The Admiral was scarlet with passion.
"Oh, it's quite right, I believe--quite right.

Caleb will tell you." As he gave this astonishing answer in a far-away tone, Mr.Fogo's spectacles rested on his visitor for a moment with a smile of deepest benevolence.

Then, with a sigh, he resumed his washing.
The Admiral positively danced with rage.
"There, what did I tell 'ee ?" exclaimed Caleb triumphantly.
"That's your answer, and now you can go 'long home.