"I'll tell you what I can do, madam," exclaimed the steward, looking as if suddenly struck with a bright thought--"I can examine into No. eleventeen, and see if I can perceive him there." And softly opening the door of the state-room in question, he stepped back, and said with a triumphant flourish of his hand--"There he is, ladies, there he is in the upper berth, fast asleep in his double-cashmere dressing-gown. I opinionate that he was one of the gentlemen that stayed on deck all night, because they were afraid to go to sleep on account of the icebergers.--Of course, nobody noticed him--but there he is _now_, safe enough." Instantly we proceeded _en masse_ towards No. eleventeen, to convince ourselves: and there indeed we saw that gentleman lying asleep in his double cashmere dressing-gown. He opened his eyes, and seemed surprised, as well he might, at seeing all the ladies and all the servants ranged before the door of his room, and gazing in at him: and then we all stole off, looking foolish enough. "Well," said Mrs. Cummings, "he is not dead, however,--so we have yet a chance of knowing his name from himself, if we choose to ask him. But I'm determined I'll make the captain tell it me, as soon as he gets up. It's all nonsense, this making a secret of a man's name." "I suspect," said Mr. Fenton, who had just then entered the cabin, "we shall find it ----'a name unpronouncea_ble_, Which nobody can speak and nobody can spell.'" "I never," observed Mrs. Cummings, "knew but one name that could neither be spoke nor spelt--and that was the great general's, that was so often in the papers at the time people were talking about the Poles." "Sczrynecki?" said Mr. Fenton. "Oh! I don't know how _you_ call him," replied Mrs. Cummings; "but Mr. Upshaw of Great Knight Rider street, said it was 'Screw him sky high.' And Dr. Mangleman of Cateaton street (who was always to me a very disagreeable person, because he always talked of disagreeable things), said it was 'Squeeze neck and eyes out.' A very unpleasant person was Dr. Mangleman. His talk was enough to make well people sick, and sick people sicker--I'm glad he's not on board o' ship with us. He told us one day at Mrs. Winceby's dinner-table, when some of us were eating calf's head, and some roast pig, about his dissecting a man that was hanged, and how he took his knife and--" "I really believe," said I, wishing to be spared the story, "that we have actually struck a rock this time." "There now," exclaimed Mrs. Cummings, "you see I am right, after all. If it is not a rock, it is one of those great hills of ice that has turned about and is coming right after us--Mercy on us! I wish I was in Middle Row, Holborn! Let us go on deck, and see." We went on deck, and saw a whale, which was spouting at a distance. While looking at it, we were joined by Captain Santlow, and the conversation turning entirely on whales, that gentleman and his name were again forgotten.