"Mr. Biled right! I begs your pardon," insinuated the mischievous Jerry. "I'm come from the captain with orders, Mr. B." "Cuss your Mr. B., you infernal collyoptera!" retorted the now thoroughly-roused flunkey. "My name is Boyldwyte! Yes, sir, Boyld--wyte. I want none of your cheek! Speak to me on duty, sir! Yes, sir!--on duty. I don't belong to your class of society." Having thus delivered himself, he stared hard at Thompson, and breathed defiantly, as much as to say, "I'm ready for you,--come on." The coxswain-valet smiled, unhooked the half-door, walked into the pantry, and took a seat beside the ferocious one, who immediately turned his back upon him. When his anger had evaporated the steward demanded what the sailor required, and added, "Why didn't you tell me when you come in?" "My dear Mister B., wot with your colly-wotshisnames and other blowings up, I haven't had a chance of getting a word in edgeways. Please don't use such teatotal long words; I ain't got a pocket jaxionaiary with me, you know." "Did the captain give you any instructions for my guidance, Mr. Thompson?" "Yes, Mr. B." "What was they, Mr. Thompson?" "Well, he says to me, says he, 'Jerry, that infernal fool of mine--meaning you--ain't worth him salt, ses he, and for two pins I'd sack him and take you in his place.'" "The captain made use of _that_ observation, did he, Mr. Thompson?" "He did, Mister B." "He were not speaking anamgretically, were he, Mr. Thompson?" "I dont know what you means by adamgratcolly. Is it one of your French ragouts, Mister B.?" "No, it ain't; I forgot I was talking to a man of no education," replied the steward. "We'd better drop the subject." "Come, don't be put out, old man; I was only joking--the fact was--now this is truth. The captain says, 'give my regards to Broiled-tight--beg your pardon, Mister Boyldwyte,--and tell him to give you all the little extras we require.'" "We! who's _we_, Mr. Thompson?" Jerry did not notice him, but went on. "We have lots of shirts and other linen, but we want more private brandy and some solder water, as ours is all out." "Mister Thompson, I won't stand by and hear the likes of you, a person in your position in society, say we in eproximation with the name of our noble commander. I wont stand it, sir." "Then," replied the sailor, "sit down to it, my pretty fellow, and hold your helloquence, or I'll call myself Co., there now." This was a finisher for Mr. Boyldwyte, who thereupon procured the stores, and got rid of his tormentor. When the latter received the packages he asked if "there was anything in the message line for the captain." The steward did not condescend to reply, so Thompson helped him to a parting shot. "I say, Mr. B., can't you chuck in one of them long words of yours? One on 'em would be enough to give all the fellers ashore the colic," saying which his face resumed its melancholy cast; and waving a farewell to his victim, he went on shore.