"Who? Young Trevelyan?"
"No, Jones!—Thought she'd like to come down and enjoy the moonlight, Jones, if she knew you were gone." Pleasant for the bridegroom of an hour!
"Listen, Uncle."
"Well, I am listening; talk louder."
And then came the words, "Young Trevelyan's gone."
"Oh, well, perhaps he's just taking a little stroll."
The Minion turned over and allowed two words to escape him:
"Run'd away."
"How do you know?" asked the Skipper; and then added, "But no one would believe you if you swore it on the Westminster Catechism."
"In a boat."