“See here, Clemmons, I wish to see you upon a matter of importance, I tell you.”
“I cannot tell when I will come ashore.”
“Then I will appoint to-night at eight o’clock, at the Astor House.”
“I cannot be there.”
“Very well, I shall take a trip to Maine to-morrow, if you do not come.”
“What do I care where you go?”
“I believe you live in Maine.”
“I am a sailor, sir, my home being aboard ship.”
“Ah! grandiloquently said, my sea cub, my baby tar, who is not yet out of Uncle Sam’s nursery for middies. You do not live in Maine now?”
“No, sir.”