I'll call for an answer when I wants it.

Yours to command, B.Jope.

N.B.: We might board the boy out_.' Symonds found a messenger, and I told him on no account to wait for an answer.
Now, I hope you call that acting straight ?" "Well, but what was the answer ?" I asked.
He hung his head.

"To tell you the truth, I ha'n't called for it yet.

You notice I didn't specify no time; and being inclined for a v'yage just then, I tramped it down to Falmouth and shipped aboard the _Marlborough_, Post Office Packet, for Lisbon." "And you've been dodging at sea ever since," said I severely.
"If you'd only seen that boy!" protested Mr.Jope.
"I'll call with you and see him as soon as ever we reach Plymouth," I said; "but you passed your word, and your word you must keep." "You're sure 'twill be safe for you at Plymouth ?" he asked, and (as I thought) a trifle mischievously.