'Certainly, sir,' says I.'Is your heart in your mouth yet ?' says the captain.

'Not quite, sir,' says I.'Mock-turtle soup ?' says the captain, and helps me.

I swallow a couple of spoonfuls, and turn as white as a sheet.

The captain cocks his eye at me.

'Go on deck, sir,' says he; 'get rid of the soup, and then come back to the cabin.' I got rid of the soup, and came back to the cabin.