Stow yer talk, Ben Jope, and let a man listen." The audience encored Mr.Sturge's song vociferously; and twice he had to repeat it before they would suffer him to turn again and defy the still scowling Lieutenant.
"Ay, sir; the British seaman, before whose collective valour the crowned tyrants of Yurope shrink with diminished heads, dares to proclaim himself a _Man_, and in despite of any petty tyrant of the quarter-deck.

Humble his lot, his station, may be.

Callous he himself may be to the thund'ring of the elements or the guns of his country's foemen; but never will he be found irresponsive to female distress in any shape or form.

Leftenant Vandeloor, you have upraised your hand against A Woman; you have struck her a Blow.
In your teeth I defy you!" (Frantic applause.) "My word, Bill, the Duke ought to been here to 'ear that!" "But why isn't he here ?" asked the Major.
"Well," answered Ben Jope slowly, with a glance along the crowded gallery and a wink at Bill Adams (but the Major saw neither the glance nor the wink), "to-night, d'ye see, 'twouldn't ha' been altogether the thing.

He's not like you and me, the Duke isn't.
He has to study appearances." "I should have thought that, if his Royal Highness studied popularity, he could scarcely have found a better occasion." "Look here," put in Mr.Jope sharply, "if the Duke chooses to be drunk to-night, you may lay to it he knows his business.