“Breakfast? No,” said Don. “I can’t eat.”
“Better. Keep you going, my lad.”
“Will you take my message?”
“No, I won’t.”
“You shall have two guineas.”
“Where are they?”
“My mother will gladly give them to you.”
“Dessay she will.”
“And you will go?”
“Do you know what a bosun’s mate is, my lad?”