I don't know how it is with you, Sir Wycherly, but every thing I am accustomed to I like.
Now, here I have sailed with both these gentlemen, until I should as soon think of going to sea without a binnacle, as to go to sea without 'em both--hey! Atwood?
Then, as to the ship, my flag has been flying in the Plantagenet these ten years, and I can't bear to give the old craft up, though Bluewater, here, would have turned her over to an inferior after three years' service.

I tell all the young men they don't stay long enough in any one vessel to find out her good qualities.

I never was in a slow ship yet." "For the simple reason that you never get into a fast one, that you do not wear her fairly out, before you give her up.

The Plantagenet, Sir Wycherly, is the fastest two-decker in His Majesty's service, and the vice-admiral knows it too well to let any of us get foot in her, while her timbers will hang together." "Let it be so, if you will; it only shows, Sir Wycherly, that I do not choose my friends for their bad qualities.

But, allow me to ask, young lady, if you happen to know a certain Mr.Wycherly Wychecombe--a namesake, but no relative, I understand, of our respectable host--and one who holds a commission in His Majesty's service ?" "Certainly, Sir Gervaise," answered Mildred, dropping her eyes to the floor, and trembling, though she scarce knew why; "Mr.Wychecombe has been about here, now, for some months, and we all know something of him." "Then, perhaps you can tell me whether he is generally a loiterer on duty.