P. Counsel. And being a temperance ship, you do not allow the men, at any time, any other liquor than water?
Captain. No.
P. Counsel. In temperance ships, I suppose it sometimes happens that the men contrive to buy liquor for themselves?
Captain (looking like a bull about to charge a matadore). Boo!
P. Counsel. Do you remember the day we were off Madeira?
Captain stares and snorts.
P. Counsel. Do you remember on that day several of the sailors being remarkably light-headed—reeling about the deck?
Captain (roaring, and striking the table with his hand). Yes!
P. Counsel. Was this the effect of a 'coup de soleil', do you think?
Captain. No!