"Perhaps you mean to set up in the scissors trade?" suggested the orphan.
"You'll see by and by, old man," answered our hero. "We shall find 'em useful, perhaps sooner than you expect."
"Oh, dear! I hope not," exclaimed Figgins. "I'm sure I don't want any more fighting; I have had more than is good for my health."
The waiter now took up his accustomed duty of attending on the guests.
The diver, at Jack's request, summoned Thyra, whose classic features, slender form, and Eastern garb, were well in keeping with the scene around.
A seat of honour was kept for her at the al fresco banquet, to which Jack gallantly conducted her.
No one could doubt her love for him, for it shone out in her slightest action, her very words, and look, and tone. It seemed a pity that he could not return it, otherwise than by studied politeness and consideration.
To be at his side, to hear the sound of his voice, was her greatest happiness, and made her forget all other dangers and troubles.
When towards the conclusion of the meal, Jack proceeded to—
"Fill high the bowl with Samian wine,"