"I don't quite know what I ought to say to you, Admiral.

You want some very plain speaking to." "'Pon my word, ma'am, I don't know what you are talking about." "The idea of you at your age talking of going to sea, and leaving that dear, patient little wife of yours at home, who has seen nothing of you all her life! It's all very well for you.

You have the life, and the change, and the excitement, but you don't think of her eating her heart out in a dreary London lodging.

You men are all the same." "Well, ma'am, since you know so much, you probably know also that I have sold my pension.

How am I to live if I do not turn my hand to work ?" Mrs.Westmacott produced a large registered envelope from beneath the sheets and tossed it over to the old seaman.
"That excuse won't do.