‘Lor, so it is! He don’t see us, does he?’
‘No, I don’t think he does’ replied the captain. ‘Bless my soul, how very singular!’
‘What?’ inquired Belinda.
‘There’s Mary Golding, too.’
‘Lor!—where?’ (Up went the glass again.)
‘There!’ said the captain, pointing to one of the young ladies before noticed, who, in her bathing costume, looked as if she was enveloped in a patent Mackintosh, of scanty dimensions.
‘So it is, I declare!’ exclaimed Mrs. Captain Waters. ‘How very curious we should see them both!’
‘Very,’ said the captain, with perfect coolness.
‘It’s the reg’lar thing here, you see,’ whispered Mr. Cymon Tuggs to his father.
‘I see it is,’ whispered Mr. Joseph Tuggs in reply. ‘Queer, though—ain’t it?’ Mr. Cymon Tuggs nodded assent.