"What planneth he for the morrow's morn, the evil old—uh—papoose?"
"Ovid, my lord."
"Not Ovid still!"
"Ovid, my lord."
"Oh, no!"
"Multum in parvo, fiat lux, pro bono publico. Balls, we've done better, but for a Monday evening it'll pass. Throw me a clean pair of drawers, will you, like a fair angel, Ben? Was Jenks' daughter there?"
"Yes. Both, I mean. The younger's a child. And a stranger introduced himself, a Mr. Daniel Shawn. Excited by Artemis and won Uncle John's heart praising her. A seaman, silver-tongued—honest, I thought."
"What was he after?"
"I don't know that he was after anything, Ru. From his talk he must have been everywhere and seen everything."
"Maybe not everything."