But your own ship--had you an eventless passage, Mr.
Seymour?
And, gentlemen, you look as solemn as if you were the bearers of bad news instead of good tidings, or had been retreating with us for the past six months.

Thank goodness, that's about over tonight.

Fill your glasses, gentlemen.

'T is Christmas day.

Now for your own story.
Did you meet an enemy's ship ?" "We did, sir .-- Talbot, you tell the story." "No, no, I cannot; 't is your part, Seymour." Here, in the presence of friends, and friends who knew and loved Colonel Wilton and his daughter, neither of the young men felt equal to the tale.