"Oh——" said the Captain doubtfully.
"Well, you'll take me in, and then wait outside till I've seen for myself."
But at that Chaff rebelled. "Hanged if I do—dash it all, it's a public-house! You'll find me in the parlour or whatever it is."
"How old is he?"
"Let me see: he'll be fifty. Yes, he'll be fifty. Your mother's fifty-four."
"You'll remember your promise, Chaff?"
"About where you are? Oh, I'll be mum as the grave. Don't you forget yours."
"No. You shall come and see me."
The Captain sighed. His Mops was a strange being. That fool Moone had taken the wrong way with her, but a better way might have been found than this. Well, Chaff would have a word or two with Mr. Buck Causton himself.