"Who's your green lad that hankers for the Frenchies so?" he asked Juggins.
My master sent me spinning to the floor.
"Mind your place, boy," he rebuked me.
Then he continued half-apologetically to Master Jenkins—
"This de Veulle put a slight upon me before the Lords of Trade, and the lad—'tis a good youth and devoted, though fresh come out of Dorset, as you may see—was most indignant on my behalf."
Jenkins blinked his eyes.
"Humph," said he.
"And now about the passage?" resumed Juggins. "I'll pay well. Sure, you can always find room for an extra man on shipboard."
"What will you pay?"
"Three guineas."