‘Yes; that’s it.’
‘It is,’ said I, after a moment’s reflection, ‘a word of very various meanings.’
‘Ah,’ said the captain, with a comprehending nod.
‘Yes, very various. In one sense it means to make a man miserable.’
‘Yes, I see; to make him unhappy.’
‘And in another to make him—to make him, captain, the luckiest beggar alive.’
‘It’s a strange word,’ observed the captain meditatively.
‘I don’t know about that,’ said I. ‘Good-night.’