"Twig and Flamingo, did you say?--Twig and Flamingo--Twig--oh dear, oh dear--it is no drame after all--my dear fellows, how are you?--why, what a reception I have given you--you must have thought me mad?" By this time he had got on his legs again, and was welcoming my fellow-travellers with great cordiality, which gave me time to resume the perpendicular also. "I am so glad to see you--why, Jacob, I did not look for you until Tuesday next, but you are the welcomer, my good boy--most heartily welcome--how wet you must have got, though--boys, get supper--Felix, I am so rejoiced to see you--supper, you villains--why, we shall have a night on't, my lads." "Give me leave to introduce this young gentleman to you first," said Twig, very gravely, leading me forward into the light, "your nephew, Mr Benjamin Brail." "My nephew!" quoth Mr Frenche--"why, there's my drame again--my nephew!--when did he arrive?"--here he held a candle close to my face, as if my nose had been a candle-wick, and he meant to light it; then fumbling in his bosom with the other hand, he drew forth a miniature of my mother--"my nephew!--my poor sister's boy, Benjie!--as like her as possible, I declare--how are you, Benjamin?--oh, Benjie, I am rejoiced to see you--my heart is full, full--how are"----And as the tear glistened in his eye, he made as if he would have taken me in his arms, when a sudden light seemed to flash on him, and he turned sharply round to Twig--"If you are playing me a trick here, Jacob; if you are trifling with the old man's feelings, and allowing his dearest wish on earth to lead his imagination to deceive him in this matter"---- Twig held out his hand; I could notice that the kind-hearted fellow's own eye was moist. "You cannot seriously believe me capable of such heartless conduct, Mr Frenche, with all my absurdities; believe me, I would sooner cut off this right hand than play with the kindly feelings or affections of any one, far less with those of my long-tried and highly-esteemed friend;" and he shook my uncle's proffered paw warmly as he spoke. "Tol, lol, de roll--Murphy, Dennis--supper, you villains--supper--Benjie, my darling, kiss me, my boy--I am so happy--tol de roll"--here, in his joy and dancing, he struck his toe sharply against the leg of a table; and as it was the member from whence the gout had been but recently dislodged, the pain made him change his tune with a vengeance; so he caught hold of the extremity in one hand, and pirouetted, with my assistance, to an arm-chair. But we were all tired; therefore, suffice it to say, that we had an excellent meal, and a drop of capital _hot_ whisky-punch--a rare luxury in Jamaica--and were soon all happy and snoozing in our comfortable beds.