"Tell us the rest on board." The ladder was lowered; they mounted it, and their boat was hauled up to its place.
"Go on!" said Lorimer, throwing himself lazily into a deck arm-chair and lighting a cigar, while the others leaned against the yacht rails and followed his example.

"Go on, Sandy--this is fun! Dyceworthy's amours must be amusing.

I suppose he's after that ugly wooden block of a woman we saw at his house who is so zealous for the 'true gospel' ?" "Not a bit of it," replied Sandy, with immense gravity.

"The auld Silenus has better taste.

He says there's a young lass running after him, fit to break her heart aboot him,--puir thing, she must have vera little choice o' men! He hasna quite made up his mind, though he admeets she's as fine a lass as ony man need require.