"Do you intend to say you three had no spirits to drink the whole time you were ashore?" asked R——.
"Sperits, my Lord! they ain't got such gear in this air place."
"Bekase, I enkquired, my Lord."
"Oh! did you inquire in the streets?" questioned R——.
"No, my Lord; I axes in a cabbarette, as they calls it," Tom answered.
"Then you went into a cabaret, and drank nothing. Very, like, a, whale," said R—— slowly.
"Notottoll, my Lord, we had a bottle of ordonnory."
"What's that?" asked R——, a little puzzled.
"Rot-gut, my Lord," ejaculated Tom, with emphasis; "and if, my Lord, a man wants to get the jandiss, I recommends vang ordonnory;" and down went Tom's fist, with a loud report, into the palm of his left hand. I burst into a shout of laughter at the comicality of Tom's melancholy face, and the smacking of his lips, as he called to mind the acidity of the wine; and R——, judge as he was, could not resist the farce.