JILL. I am waiting, Eric.
PIRATE CHIEF. Madam, I am not a marrying man, not to any extent, but if you would care to be Mrs. Crookshank, I'd undertake on my part to have the deck swabbed every morning, and to put a polish on the four-pounder that you could see your pretty face in.
JILL. Eric, how sweet of you. But I think you must speak to my brother in the library first. Oli-ver!
OLIVER (coming up). Hallo! Settled it?
JILL. It's all settled, Oliver, between Eric and myself, but you will want to ask him about his prospects, won't you?
OLIVER. Yes, yes, of course.
PIRATE. I shall be very glad to tell you anything I can, sir. I think I may say that I am doing fairly well in my profession.
OLIVER. What's your ship? A sloop or a frigate?
PIRATE. A brigantine.
JILL (excited). Oh, that's what Oliver puts on his hair when he goes to a party.