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We're all shipmets here, Wal'r and sweet heart will be jined together in the house of bondage, as soon as the askings is over, whispered Captain Cuttle, in his ear. 'The askings, Captain Gills! repeated Mr Toots. 'In the church, down yonder, said the Captain, pointing his thumb over his shoulder. 'Oh! Yes! returned Mr Toots.
At last she opened her eyes, and spoke: "Captain Cuttle! Is it you? Is Walter's uncle here?" "Here, Pretty?" returned the captain. "He a'n't been here this many a long day. He a'n't been heer'd on since he sheered off arter poor Wal'r. But," said the captain, as a quotation, "Though lost to sight, to memory dear, and England, home, and beauty!" "Do you live here?" asked Florence.
'My Heart's Delight! said the Captain, withdrawing to a little distance, with the greatest alarm and sympathy depicted on his countenance. 'If you can hail Ned Cuttle with a finger, do it! But Florence did not stir. 'My Heart's Delight! said the trembling Captain. 'For the sake of Wal'r drownded in the briny deep, turn to, and histe up something or another, if able!
'Ay! exclaimed the Manager, 'what's that? Come, Captain Cuttle, I must trouble you to be quick, if you please. I am much engaged. 'Lookee here, Sir, said the Captain, advancing a step. 'Afore my friend Wal'r went on this here disastrous voyage 'Come, come, Captain Cuttle, interposed the smiling Manager, 'don't talk about disastrous voyages in that way.
'Never owed her a penny, Wal'r, said Captain Cuttle, in a low voice, and with visible marks of trepidation on his countenance. 'Done her a world of good turns, and the children too. Vixen at times, though. Whew! 'I should go away, Captain Cuttle, said Walter. 'Dursn't do it, Wal'r, returned the Captain. 'She'd find me out, wherever I went. Sit down. How's Gills?
He warn't my flesh and blood, said the Captain, looking at the fire 'I ain't got none but something of what a father feels when he loses a son, I feel in losing Wal'r. For why? said the Captain. 'Because it ain't one loss, but a round dozen.
At any other time the Captain would have been overbalanced by such a token of her affection and gratitude; but now, although he was very sensible of it, he looked in her face with even more uneasiness than he had testified before, and seemed unwilling to leave her. 'Poor Wal'r! said the Captain. 'Poor, poor Walter! sighed Florence. 'Drownded, ain't he? said the Captain.
Sassage it is. And potato!" All of these delicacies the captain ranged symetrically on the plate, pouring hot gravy on the whole and adding: "Try and pick a bit, my Pretty. If Wal'r was here " "Ah! If I had him for my brother now!" cried Florence. "Don't take on, my Pretty," said the captain: "awast, to obleege me. He was your nat'r'l born friend like, wa'n't he, Pet? Well, well!
The Captain could not lose so favourable an opportunity of applying his mouth to the keyhole, and calling through it, like a hoarse breeze, 'Poor Wal'r! Drownded, ain't he? after which he withdrew, and turning in again, slept till seven o'clock.
Why it may be his House one of these days, in part. Who knows? Sir Richard Whittington married his master's daughter. "Turn again Whittington, Lord Mayor of London, and when you are old you will never depart from it," interposed the Captain. 'Wal'r! Overhaul the book, my lad. 'And although Mr Dombey hasn't a daughter, Sol began.
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