"His form was of the manliest beauty;
His heart was kind and soft;
Faithful below he did his duty,
And now he's gone aloft."
Talbot was going, and Duncan was seeing him across the gangway.
"Oh, by the by," he said, still retaining his old friend's hand, "I'm a perfect fool."
"No, no, Duncan; there are other folks' opinions to be taken on that subject."
"But I was actually going to let you away without even asking the name of your ship."
"Say our ship, my lad."
"Well, our ship."
"And you'd never guess her name, but your dear wee tot of a sister christened her, and the barque's name is the Flora M'Vayne."
"Well, I am pleased."
"To-night, then; six o'clock to a tick."