"I know her; she is as sharp as a needle."
"Yes, but you must not reckon on her."
"Why not?"
"She loves him, the little fool."
"Ah! he is a lucky fellow."
"And he merits it. He has got the heart of a prince, not like you, old miser."
"Oh! you know that sometimes I am worse than the prodigal son, and it depends on you to make me so."
"I will do my best."
"Then day by day I shall know what your captain does?"
"You shall."