In a few moments Cora came rushing in, apparently much excited, exclaiming:—
Oh, Charley! I am so glad you sent for me.
Stop, Miss Cora. On ship-board you must address people by their titles. Say Lieutenant, not Charley.
Well, then Lord Lieutenant.
Cora—Cora, you are too rude. Leave the Lord out, and simply call me Lieutenant.
Well, then brother, I am glad you sent for me. I am sure that I should have busted if I hadn’t got away from there just as I did! Only to think of a woman holding her mouth for twelve hours!
Nonsense, Cora! Nonsense! Come to the point.
That is just where I am coming. I am coming to the point—to the point of explosion. As I said. I have held my mouth for twelve hours. Only think of that. And all that time, I have been generating—holding in—filling up. But now I will let off. Did you ever hear of a woman holding her tongue so long before?
Cora, you are really cruel. I sent for you to learn something about the stranger that is in the cabin.