Such was the posture of affairs when the master-at-arms came up with his light.

The midshipman and sentry went up the ladder, and Mr and Mrs Trotter continued beating each other.

To this, none of them paid any attention, saying, as the sentry had said before, "Let them fight it out." After they had fought some time, they retired behind the screen, and I followed the advice of the midshipman, and got into my hammock, which the master-at-arms hung up again for me.

I heard Mr and Mrs Trotter both crying and kissing each other.

"Cruel, cruel, Mr Trotter," said she, blubbering.
"My life, my love, I was so jealous!" replied he.
"D--n and blast your jealousy," replied the lady; "I've two nice black eyes for the galley to-morrow." After about an hour of kissing and scolding, they both fell asleep again.
The next morning before breakfast, the midshipman reported to the first lieutenant the conduct of Mr Trotter and his wife.