I beg this gentleman's pardon, I really did not catch his name.' 'My name is 'Uish, sir,' returned the clerk, and blushed in turn.
'Ah!' said Attwater.

And then turning again to Herrick, 'Do you bear out Mr Whish's description of your vintage?
or was it only the unaffected poetry of his own nature bubbling up ?' Herrick was embarrassed; the silken brutality of their visitor made him blush; that he should be accepted as an equal, and the others thus pointedly ignored, pleased him in spite of himself, and then ran through his veins in a recoil of anger.
'I don't know,' he said.

'It's only California; it's good enough, I believe.' Attwater seemed to make up his mind.

'Well then, I'll tell you what: you three gentlemen come ashore this evening and bring a basket of wine with you; I'll try and find the food,' he said.

'And by the by, here is a question I should have asked you when I come on board: have you had smallpox ?' 'Personally, no,' said Herrick.