Barnabas bowed.
"Sir," said he, "my name is Barnabas—Barnabas Beverley."
"Hum!" said the other, thoughtfully, "I remember a Beverley—a lieutenant under Hardy in the 'Agamemnon'—though, to be sure, he spelt his name with an 'l-e-y.'"
"So do I, sir," said Barnabas.
"Hum!"
"Secondly, I am on my way to London."
"London! Egad! here's another of 'em! London, of course—well?"
"Where I hope to cut some figure in the—er—World of Fashion."
"Fashion—Gog and Magog!—why not try drowning. 'T would be simpler and better for you in the long run. London! Fashion! in that hat, that coat, those—"
"Sir," said Barnabas, flushing, "I have already—"