Ida. Willie Moore.
Uncle Jake. Bless my soul, if that warn't the identical chap.
Ida. But my brother's first voyage was on the Porpoise. She sailed to the West Indies.
Uncle Jake. It war the Porpoise. Beats all, how my memory fails. The Blue Turquoise war the next ship I sailed in.
Ida. Willie never spoke of that adventure at home, Captain Jake.
Captain Jake. Ask him, ask him. 'Mind him of the Saragossa Sea, and how the Blue—I mean the Porpoise—war tugged. He'll recollect. Mention Miss Lorelei with her golding hair. But good-day, young ladies. Pleased to meet ye again.
All. Good-day, Captain Jake.
Miss Sommerfield. And many thanks for your pretty tale.
[Exit Captain Jake.]
Miss James. I fear that old man does not always speak the truth. Neptune is a pure myth.