“I will endeavour, certainly, admiral, to do my best.  Of course, living in the town, as I have for many years, I know some very nice people as well as some very queer ones.”

“Oh! we don’t want any of the queer ones; but let those who are invited be frank, hearty, good-tempered people, such as one will be glad to meet over and over again without any ceremony—­none of your simpering people, who are afraid to laugh for fear of opening their mouths too wide, but who are so mighty genteel that they are afraid to enjoy anything for fear it should be vulgar.”

“I understand you, admiral, perfectly, and shall endeavour to obey your instructions to the very letter; but, if I should unfortunately invite anybody you don’t like, you must excuse me for making such a mistake.”

“Oh, of course—­of course.  Never mind that; and, if any disagreeable fellow comes, we will smother him in some way.”

“It would serve him right, for no one ought to make himself disagreeable, after being honoured with an invitation from you; but I will be most especially careful, and I hope that such a circumstance will not occur.”

“Never mind.  If it should, I’ll tell you what I’ll do; I’ll set Jack Pringle upon him, and if he don’t worry his life out it will be a strange thing to me.”

“Oh,” said the lawyer, “I am glad you have mentioned him, for it gives me an opportunity of saying that I have done all in my power to make him comfortable.”

“All in your power to make him comfortable!  What do you mean?”

“I mean that I have placed such a dinner before him as will please him; I told him to ask for just whatever he likes.”

The admiral looked at the lawyer with amazement, for a few moments, in silence, and then he said,

“D—­n it! why, you don’t mean to tell me, that that rascal is here.”

“Oh, yes; he came about ten minutes I before you arrived, and said you were coming, and he has been down stairs feasting all the while since.”

“Stop a bit.  Do you happen to have any loaded fire arms in the house?”

“We have got an old bunderbuss; but what for, admiral?”

“To shoot that scoundrel, Pringle.  I’ll blow his brains out, as sure as fate.  The impudence of his coming here, directly against my orders, too.”

“My dear sir, calm yourself, and think nothing of it; it’s of no consequence whatever.”

“No consequence; where is that blunderbuss of yours?  Do you mean to tell me that mutiny is of no consequence?  Give me the blunderbuss.”

“But, my clear sir, we only keep it in terrorem, and have no bullets.”

“Never mind that, we can cram in a handful of nails, or brass buttons, or hammer up a few halfpence—­anything of that sort will do to settle his business with.”

“How do you get on, old Tarbarrel?” said Jack, putting his head in at the door.  “Are you making yourself comfortable?  I’ll be hanged if I don’t think you have a drop too much already, you look so precious red about the gills.  I have been getting on famous, and I thought I’d just hop up for a minute to make your mind easy about me, and tell you so.”