"As you like," said R——; "but I can give you a good bottle of claret."
"Thank you, my Lord; but not to-day." And Mr. C. commenced a retrograde motion towards the companion.
"Have you a boat?" inquired R——; "because you can have one of mine, if you like."
"If you will, I shall feel obliged," replied Mr. C——.
"Alfred!" shouted R——, at the top of his lungs.
"Yes, my Lord," echoed from the recesses of the pantry, and then the cause of the echo became visible at the door of the pantry.
"Man the gig!" said R——.
"Yes, my Lord," and Alfred again disappeared as quickly as a falling star. A few minutes more, and Mr. C—— was over the gangway, in the gig, and ashore.