Mr. Cymon Tuggs took upon himself the responsibility of answering the observation. ‘Heavenly!’ he replied.
‘You are an enthusiastic admirer of the beauties of Nature, sir?’ said the military gentleman.
‘I am, sir,’ replied Mr. Cymon Tuggs.
‘Travelled much, sir?’ inquired the military gentleman.
‘Not much,’ replied Mr. Cymon Tuggs.
‘You’ve been on the continent, of course?’ inquired the military gentleman.
‘Not exactly,’ replied Mr. Cymon Tuggs—in a qualified tone, as if he wished it to be implied that he had gone half-way and come back again.
‘You of course intend your son to make the grand tour, sir?’ said the military gentleman, addressing Mr. Joseph Tuggs.
As Mr. Joseph Tuggs did not precisely understand what the grand tour was, or how such an article was manufactured, he replied, ‘Of course.’ Just as he said the word, there came tripping up, from her seat at the stern of the vessel, a young lady in a puce-coloured silk cloak, and boots of the same; with long black ringlets, large black eyes, brief petticoats, and unexceptionable ankles.
‘Walter, my dear,’ said the young lady to the military gentleman.