He was dutiful....
By-and-by my uncle came to my room. He would not enter, but stood at the door, in much embarrassment, all the while looking at the flame of his candle. “Dannie, lad,” he inquired, at last, “is you comfortable?”
“Ay, sir,” says I.
“An’ happy?”
“Ay, sir.”
“An’ is you content,” says he, “all alone with ol’ Nick Top at Twist Tickle?”
I was content.
“You isn’t upsot, is you, by the capers o’ my ol’ shipmate?”
I answered as he wished. “No, sir,” said I.