He flung his hands out with an appealing gesture and something like a sob.
"Emily," he cried, hoarsely, "Troy has laughed at me again.

Put me to bed." O forgiving heart of woman! In a moment her arms were about him, and her tears mingling with the general dampness of the Admiral's costume.

Then, having wept her fill, she smiled a little, dried her eyes, and put the Admiral to bed.
Out of doors Troy still laughed at the mishap.

The whole story was soon related (with infinite humour) by the unfilial Sam.

Down at the "Man-o'-War," in the bar-parlour, for seven days it formed the sole topic of discussion; and Mr.Moggridge (who ought to have respected Sophia's father) even wrote a humorous ode upon the theme, beginning-- "Ye gods and little fishes.