"Recollect you're not on board the Plantagenet, but in the dwelling of a gentleman, where there are both butler and housekeeper, and who have no occasion for your advice, or authority, to keep things in order." "Well, there, Sir Gervaise I doesn't agree with you the least bit; for I thinks as a ship's steward--I mean a _cabin_ steward, and a good 'un of the quality--might do a great deal of improvement in this very house.
The cook and I has had a partic'lar dialogue on them matters, already; and I mentioned to her the names of seven different dishes, every one of which she quite as good as admitted to me, was just the same as so much gospel to _her_." "I shall have to quarantine this fellow, in the long run, Bluewater! I do believe if I were to take him to Lambeth Palace, or even to St.
James's, he'd thrust his oar into the archbishop's benedictions, or the queen's caudle-cup!" "Well, Sir Gervaise, where would be the great harm, if I did?
A man as knows the use of an oar, may be trusted with one, even in a church, or an abbey.

When your honour comes to hear what the dishes was, as Sir Wycherly's cook had never heard on, you'll think it as great a cur'osity as I do myself.

If I had just leave to name 'em over, I think as both you gentlemen would look at it as remarkable." "What are they, Galleygo ?" inquired Bluewater, putting one of his long legs over an arm of the adjoining chair, in order to indulge himself in a yarn with his friend's steward, with greater freedom; for he greatly delighted in Galleygo's peculiarities; seeing just enough of the fellow to find amusement, without annoyance in them.

"I'll answer for Sir Gervaise, who is always a little diffident about boasting of the superiority of a ship, over a house." "Yes, your honour, that he is--that is just one of Sir Jarvy's weak p'ints, as a body might say.

Now, I never goes ashore, without trimming sharp up, and luffing athwart every person's hawse, I fall in with; which is as much as to tell 'em, I belongs to a flag-ship, and a racer, and a craft as hasn't her equal on salt-water; no disparagement to the bit of bunting at the mizzen-topgallant-mast-head of the Caesar, or to the ship that carries it.