He found his Lordship in his bath-room.

He was leaning over the bath-tub, which was half full of water, contemplating with some anxiety the model of a line-of-battle ship which was floating on it, bottom upward.

"I don't think it can be quite right--do you ?" he said, nervously grasping his nephew's hand as he pointed to the capsized vessel; "yet they always do it.

Tell me!" he went on appealingly, "tell me, as a professing Christian and a Perfect Man--is it quite right ?" "I should think, sir," responded John Gale, with uncompromising truthfulness, "that the average vessel of commerce is not built in that way." "Yet," said the First Lord of the Admiralty, with a far-off look, "they all do it! And they don't steer! The larger they are and the more recent the model, the less they steer.

Dear me--you ought to see 'em go round and round in that tub." Then, apparently recalling the probable purpose of John's visit, he led the way into his dressing-room.