Sir J. (sternly). If what?
Capt. I beg your pardon——
Sir J. If you please.
Capt. Oh yes, of course. If you please.
[Ralph steps forward.
Sir J. You’re a remarkably fine fellow.
Ralph. Yes, your honour.
Sir J. And a first-rate seaman, I’ll be bound.
Ralph. There’s not a smarter topman in the navy, your honour, though I say it who shouldn’t.
Sir J. Not at all. Proper self-respect, nothing more. Can you dance a hornpipe?