You croaking vagabond! You would have grumbled in the Garden of Eden." The philosopher of the Expedition was not a man to be silenced by referring him to the Garden of Eden.

Paradise itself was not perfect to John Want.
"I hope I could be cheerful anywhere, sir," said the ship's cook.

"But you mark my words--there must have been a deal of troublesome work with the flower-beds in the Garden of Eden." Having entered that unanswerable protest, John Want shouldered the box, and drifted drearily out of the boat-house.
Left by himself, Crayford looked at his watch, and called to a sailor outside.
"Where are the ladies ?" he asked.
"Mrs.Crayford is coming this way, sir.

She was just behind you when you came in." "Is Miss Burnham with her ?" "No, sir; Miss Burnham is down on the beach with the passengers.

I heard the young lady asking after you, sir." "Asking after me ?" Crayford considered with himself as he repeated the words.