Tredgold and Chalk bade the captain a cordial good-night; but Stobell, a creature of primitive impulses, found it difficult to shake hands with him.

On the way home he expressed an ardent desire to tell the captain what men of sense thought of him.
The captain lit another pipe after they had gone, and for some time sat smoking and thinking over the events of the evening.

Then Mr.Tasker's second infringement of discipline occurred to him, and, stretching out his hand, he rang the bell.
"Has that young woman gone ?" he inquired, cautiously, as Mr.Tasker appeared.
"Yessir," was the reply.
"What about your articles ?" demanded the captain, with sudden loudness.
"What do you mean by it ?" Mr.Tasker eyed him forlornly.

"It ain't my fault," he said, at last.
"I don't want her." "Eh ?" said the other, sternly.

"Don't talk nonsense.