“Ah!—(Now I've got him.)”
“In the Bay of Biscay she lay half a point nearer the wind than Lord Heavyjib.”
“Oh! bother Lord Heavyjib, and his Bay of Biscay.”
“With all my heart, they have often bothered me.”
“Send her round to Granton Pier, in the Firth of Forth.”
“I will, sir.”
“And write down this prescription.” And away he walked again, thinking the prescription.
“Saunders,” appealed his master.
“Saunders be hanged.”
“Sir!” said Saunders, with dignity, “I thank you.”