Drown your memory, then, if that filthy soaking's to your taste; but why, when you get the prize, we'll say, you go off headlong into a manure pond ?--There! except that you're a damned idiot!" Jonathan struck the air, as to observe that it beat him, but for the foregoing elucidation: thundering afresh, "Why did you go and drink ?" "I went, sir, I went--why did I go ?" Robert slapped his hand despairingly to his forehead.

"What on earth did I go for ?--because I'm at sea, I suppose.

Nobody cares for me.

I'm at sea, and no rudder to steer me.

I suppose that's it.