'The vanman (I regret to say it) had been drinking, and his language was such as I could never bring myself to repeat.
He was at once discharged by the superintendent of the line, who behaved most properly throughout, and is to make enquiries at Southampton.
In the meanwhile, what was I to do?
I left my address and brought the barrel home; but, remembering an old adage, I determined not to open it except in the presence of my lawyer.' 'Is that all ?' asked Michael.

'I don't see any cause to worry.

The Hercules has stuck upon the road.

It will drop in tomorrow or the day after; and as for the barrel, depend upon it, it's a testimonial from one of your young ladies, and probably contains oysters.' 'O, don't speak so loud!' cried the little artist.

'It would cost me my place if I were heard to speak lightly of the young ladies; and besides, why oysters from Italy?
and why should they come to me addressed in Signor Ricardi's hand ?' 'Well, let's have a look at it,' said Michael.