You have been a devil of a fellow among the women, Wallie," said Captain Barstow.

But at once Garratt Skinner interfered and sharply: "Come, come, Barstow! That's no language to use before my daughter." Captain Barstow presented at the moment a remarkable gradation of color.
On the top was the bald head, very shiny and white, below that a face now everywhere a deep red except where the swollen veins stood out upon the surface of his cheeks, and those were purple, and this in its turn was enclosed by the black square beard.

He bowed at once to Garratt Skinner's rebuke.
"I apologize.

I do indeed, Miss Sylvia! But when I was in the service we still clung to the traditions of Wellington by--by George.

And it's hard to break oneself of the habit.