'The ceremony was performed.'
'When?'
'The minute I spoke of it and you splashed.'
'Matey! Matey Weyburn!'
'Browny Farrell!'
'Oh, Matey! she's gone!'
'She's here.'
'Try to beguile me, then, that our holiday's not over. You won't forget this hour?'
'No time of mine on earth will live so brightly for me.'
'I have never had one like it. I could go under and be happy; go to old
Triton, and wait for you; teach him to speak your proper Christian name.
He hasn't heard it yet,—heard "Matey,"—never yet has been taught
"Matthew."'