The last is an extraordinary attainment, for one of his nation." "And one that an Englishman may do well to emulate," returned Bluewater.
"It is possible my company may be dispensed with, also, just at this important moment." "You are not so much afraid of the Hanoverians, Dick, as to run away from their hand-writing, are ye?
Ha--what's this ?--As I live, a packet for yourself, and directed to 'Rear-Admiral Sir Richard Bluewater, K.B.' By the Lord, my old boy, they've given you the red riband at last! This is an honour well earned, and which may be fitly worn." "'Tis rather unexpected, I must own.

The letter, however, cannot be addressed to me, as I am not a Knight of the Bath." "This is rank nonsense.

Open the packet, at once, or I will do it for you.

Are there two Dick Bluewaters in the world, or another rear-admiral of the same name ?" "I would rather not receive a letter that does not strictly bear my address," returned the other, coldly.
"As I'll be sworn this does.

But hand it to me, since you are so scrupulous, and I will do that small service for you." As this was said, Sir Gervaise tore aside the seals; and, as he proceeded rather summarily, a red riband was soon uncased and fell upon the carpet.