I guess the one time I called him Colbert was enough for him.
When we came down stairs to breakfast, talking to each other like common people, it was better than most shows to see Corny's face.

She was standing at the front door, not far from the stairs, and it actually seemed as if a candle had been lighted inside of her.

Her face shone.
I know I felt first-rate, and I think Rectus must have felt pretty much the same, for his tongue rattled away at a rate that wasn't exactly usual with him.

There was no mistaking Corny's feelings.
After breakfast, when we all got together to talk over the plans of the day,--a thing we hadn't done for what seemed to me about a week,--we found out--or rather remembered--that there were a lot of things in Nassau that we hadn't seen yet, and that we wouldn't miss for anything.
We had been wasting time terribly lately, and the weather was now rather better for going about than it had been since we came to the place.
We agreed to go to Fort Charlotte that morning, and see the subterranean rooms and passage-ways, and all the underground dreariness of which we had heard so much.

The fort was built about a hundred years ago, and has no soldiers in it.