Galleygo let the new-comers out, and, consequently, he was the first person of whom inquiries were made, as to the state of things in the house.
"Well," said Admiral Bluewater, looking earnestly at the steward; "how is Sir Wycherly, and what is the news ?" "Sir Wycherly is still on the doctor's list, your honour; and I expects his case is set down as a hard 'un.

We's as well as can be expected, and altogether in good heart.

Sir Jarvy turned out with the sun, thof he didn't turn in 'till the middle-watch was half gone--or _two_ bells, as they calls 'em aboard this house--_four_ bells, as we should say in the old Planter--and chickens, I hears, has riz, a shillin' a head, since our first boat landed." "It's a melancholy business, Mrs.Dutton; I fear there can be little hope." "Yes, it's all _that_, Admiral Blue," continued Galleygo, following the party into the house, no one but himself hearing a word he uttered; "and 'twill be worse, afore it's any better.

They tells me potaties has taken a start, too; and, as all the b'ys of all the young gentlemen in the fleet is out, like so many wild locusts of Hegypt, I expects nothing better than as our mess will fare as bad as sogers on a retreat." In the hall, Tom Wychecombe, and his namesake, the lieutenant, met the party.

From the formal despondency of the first, every thing they apprehended was confirmed.