It's your duty." "Darn my duty! I'll LEAVE tomorrow, that's what I'll do." "Oh dear! There you go again.

Profane language and bettin' on horses! WHAT'LL come next?
My own brother a gambler and a prodigate! Has it come to this ?" The footsteps and voices died away.

Captain Obed blew out the light and got into bed.

The last words he heard that night were uttered by the "prodigate" himself on his way to his sleeping quarters.

And they were spoken as a soliloquy.
"By time!" muttered Kenelm, as he shuffled slowly past the Captain's door.