I am going to pay a call."
Consternation sat on every face. Sam Buzza paused in the act of
breaking an egg.
"At 'The Bower'?" he asked.
"At 'The Bower.'"
Mrs. Buzza clasped her hands nervously. The girls turned pale.
"Oh, very well," said Sam, tapping his egg. "I shouldn't wonder if I
turned up while you were there."
He was a light-haired, ungainly youth, of about twenty, with a
reputation for singing a comic song. It was understood that the
Admiral designed him for College and Holy Orders, but meanwhile time
was passing, and Sam sat "with idle hands at home," or more
frequently, in the bar of the "Man-o'-War."
"You!" exclaimed his father.
"Well, I don't see what there is in that to be surprised about,"
replied the youth, with an aggrieved air. "I met the Honourable
Frederic smoking a cigar out on the Rope-walk last night. His cigars
are very good; and he asked me to drop in soon and try another.
He isn't a bit stuck-up."
The Admiral's feelings were divided between annoyance at the easy
success of his son, and elation at finding the stranger so
unexpectedly affable. He rose.
"Girls, remember to be punctual. I will show this town of Troy that
I am not the man to be laughed at."
CHAPTER VII.
OF A LADY THAT HAD A MUSICAL VOICE, BUT USED IT TO DECEIVE.
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