"Why should there be any change?
Cheesacre, old fellow, mind you look after Mrs Walker.

Come along, my hearty." It really almost appeared that Captain Bellfield was addressing Mrs Greenow as "his hearty," but it must be presumed that the term of genial endearment was intended for the whole boat's load.

Mrs Greenow took her place on the comfortable broad bench in the stern, and Bellfield seated himself beside her, with the tiller in his hand.
"If you're going to steer, Captain Bellfield, I beg that you'll be careful." "Careful,--and with you on board!" said the Captain.

"Don't you know that I would sooner perish beneath the waves than that a drop of water should touch you roughly ?" "But you see, we might perish beneath the waves together." "Together! What a sweet word that is;--perish together! If it were not that there might be something better even than that, I would wish to perish in such company." "But I should not wish anything of the kind, Captain Bellfield, and therefore pray be careful." There was no perishing by water on that occasion.

Mr Cheesacre's boat reached the pier at Yarmouth first, and gave up its load without accident.