“Yes; does me good and gives you pleasant opportunities, eh? I ought to be ashamed to say it, perhaps, but I am not. Confound that medicine! What a filthy taste it does leave in one’s mouth; quite makes one’s throat tingle, too.”
“When will you have another sail, sir?”
“Oh, I don’t know. When did we go last?”
“Tuesday.”
“To be sure; and this is Thursday. That medicine seems to confuse me a bit sometimes. Well, say this evening. By-the-bye, Glyddyr, that was a pleasant little idea of yours.”
“What idea, sir?”
“Quite startled my girl when that puss Mary drew her attention to it. How cunning you young fellows grow now-a-days.”
“I don’t quite grasp what you mean, sir.”
“Altering the name of the yacht.”
“Oh!”