'Herrick!' he cried, 'behave yourself! Here, don't be a blame' fool!' Herrick struggled in his embrace like a frantic child, and suddenly bowing his face in his hands, choked into a sob, the first of many, which now convulsed his body silently, and now jerked from him indescribable and meaningless sounds.
'Your friend appears over-excited,' remarked Attwater, sitting unmoved but all alert at table.
'It must be the wine,' replied the captain.

'He ain't no drinking man, you see.

I--I think I'll take him away.

A walk'll sober him up, I guess.' He led him without resistance out of the verandah and into the night, in which they soon melted; but still for some time, as they drew away, his comfortable voice was to be heard soothing and remonstrating, and Herrick answering, at intervals, with the mechanical noises of hysteria.
''E's like a bloomin' poultry yard!' observed Huish, helping himself to wine (of which he spilled a good deal) with gentlemanly ease.

'A man should learn to beyave at table,' he added.
'Rather bad form, is it not ?' said Attwater.