Mr.Winterblossom came two minutes after this happy pair, and the Doctor was equally punctual.
"Upon my soul," said the former, "this is a mighty silly affair, Sir Bingo, and might, I think, be easily taken up, at less risk to all parties than a meeting of this kind.

You should recollect, Sir Bingo, that you have much depending upon your life--you are a married man, Sir Bingo." Sir Bingo turned the quid in his mouth, and squirted out the juice in a most coachman-like manner.
"Mr.Winterblossom," said the Captain, "Sir Bingo has in this matter put himself in my hands, and unless you think yourself more able to direct his course than I am, I must frankly tell you, that I will be disobliged by your interference.

You may speak to your own friend as much as you please; and if you find yourself authorized to make any proposal, I shall be desirous to lend an ear to it on the part of my worthy principal, Sir Bingo.

But I will be plain with you, that I do not greatly approve of settlements upon the field, though I hope I am a quiet and peaceable man.

But here is our honour to be looked after in the first place; and moreover, I must insist that every proposal for accommodation shall originate with your party or yourself." "_My_ party ?" answered Winterblossom; "why really, though I came hither at your request, Captain MacTurk, yet I must see more of the matter, ere I can fairly pronounce myself second to a man I never saw but once." "And, perhaps, may never see again," said the Doctor, looking at his watch; "for it is ten minutes past the hour, and here is no Mr.Tyrrel." "Hey! what's that you say, Doctor ?" said the Baronet, awakened from his apathy.
"He speaks tamned nonsense," said the Captain, pulling out a huge, old-fashioned, turnip-shaped implement, with a blackened silver dial-plate.