You remember little Netty?
She's walking out on the beach with a young fellow named Fellingham, whose acquaintance we made on the voyage, and has n't left us long to ourselves.

Will you have her as well?
And I suppose you must ask him.
He's a newspaper man; been round the world; seen a lot." Tinman hesitated.

An electrical idea of putting sherry at fifteen shillings per dozen on his table instead of the ceremonial wine at twenty-five shillings, assisted him to say hospitably, "Oh! ah! yes; any friend of yours." "And now perhaps you'll shake my fist," said Van Diemen.
"With pleasure," said Tinman.

"It was your change of name, you know, Philip." "Look here, Martin.

Van Diemen Smith was a convict, and my benefactor.
Why the deuce he was so fond of that name, I can't tell you; but his dying wish was for me to take it and carry it on.