WITHY. Now, gentlemen, if yu’me ready to start! If yu daunt come sune, us shall lose the tide down.
FATHER H. I’m quite ready, Withycombe, as soon as I have said “Good-bye” to Mr. Feversham.
WITHY. Mr. Feversham ain’t coming along with us, then?
ANDR. No, he stays on the island all the week, and you are to fetch him on Saturday morning.
WITHY. Saturday morning. To-day’s Wednesday. Right you are. Well and good. Saturday morning. Yu’me coming on to Saint Margaret’s along with us, Mr. Gibbard?
ANDR. Yes—we can find some accommodation there for the night, can’t we?
WITHY. Well, I warn ye ’tis rough.
FATHER H. Rougher than my Master had on his first coming here?
WITHY. Well, I waun’t say that, but so fur as I can judge ’tis about as rough.