As the old gentleman came up to where they all stood, they could hear him still laying down the law to Nero.
"Yesh, Jack, my dear boy," he was saying, "wine'sh a jolly good thing—to be ushed and not abushed. Blow my toothache—toothache—so very dericulous—don't know what I'm shaying."
Mr. Mole winked and blinked like an owl in daylight.
"Jack."
"Sir."
"Whash the devil—Jack!"
He started in utter amazement.
"Yes, sir."
"Why, Mr. Mole," said Harvey, suddenly popping out of the cabin, followed by Jefferson and old Jack, "what on earth are you walking up and down with him for?"
"Who?"