‘Do you threaten me, fellow?’ exclaimed Harland, forgetting his prudence in his anger. ‘I’ll soon teach you the difference between us.’ ‘I don’t need any teaching to see the difference between an honest man and a forger,’ retorted Farrell. ‘How _dare_ you?’ cried Godfrey, white with rage. ‘Won’t I _dare_?’ replied Farrell, with an insolent laugh. ‘Just you cross my path, Mr ---- Mr ----’. ‘Godfrey Harland, if you please,’ interposed the other, haughtily. ‘Oh! that’s the new name, is it?’ continued Farrell. ‘A very pretty one too. Just like a novel. Well, it was about time you dropped the other, _Horace Cain_.’ ‘Oh, cease this cursed nonsense,’ cried Harland. ‘I don’t want to quarrel with you. Why should you quarrel with me? If any suspicion fell upon you for acts for which I was responsible, it wasn’t _my_ fault. And it’s all past and over now. Come, man, don’t be sulky. Let us go and drown the remembrance of it in a B. and S.’ But Will Farrell hung backwards. ‘Perhaps you’re right,’ he said. ‘It’s folly to quarrel over it at this time of the day, but I can’t drink at your expense all the same. The business you speak of so lightly spoiled my life and made me reckless. That mayn’t seem much to you, but it’s everything to me. And I hope, if you come across me on the voyage, that you won’t speak to me, Mr--_Mr Harland_.’ ‘We are not very likely to come across one another,’ replied Godfrey grandly. ‘I don’t think the second-class passengers are allowed beyond the quarter-deck. And therefore you need not disquiet yourself on that score.’ ‘All the better for me,’ quoth Farrell, surlily, as he pushed past him to enter the shipping office.