With his heart so full of glee, sir, And his pockets full of gold, And his bag of drugget, with many a nugget, As heavy as he could hold.' "Don't you wish yours was, Doctor?" "Eh, eh, eh," sniggered Heale. "Mine was last night. Now, Doctor, let's have a glass of brandy-and-water, hot with, and an hour's more sleep; and then kick me out, and into the workhouse. Was anybody else saved from the wreck last night?" "Nobody, sir," said Heale; and said "sir," because, in spite of the stranger's rough looks, his accent,--or rather, his no-accent,--showed him that he had fallen in with a very different, and probably a very superior stamp of man to himself; in the light of which conviction (and being withal a good-natured old soul), he went down and mixed him a stiff glass of brandy-and water, answering his wife's remonstrances by-- "The party up-stairs is a bit of a frantic party, certainly; but he is certainly a very superior party, and has the true gentleman about him, any one can see. Besides, he's shipwrecked, as you and I may be any day; and what's like brandy-and-water?" "I should like to know when I'm like to be shipwrecked, or you either;" says Mrs. Heale, in a tone slightly savouring of indignation and contempt. "You think of nothing but brandy-and-water." But she let the doctor take the glass upstairs, nevertheless. A few minutes afterwards, Frank came in, and inquired for the shipwrecked man. "Well enough in body, sir; and rather requires your skill than mine," said the old time-server. "Won't you walk up?" So up Frank was shown. The stranger was sitting up in bed. "Capital, your brandy is, Doctor,--Ah, sir," seeing Frank, "it is very kind of you, I am sure, to call on me! I presume you are the clergyman?" But before Frank could answer, Heale had broken forth into loud praises of him, setting forth how the stranger owed his life entirely to his superhuman strength and courage. "'Pon my word, sir," said the stranger,--looking them both over and over, through and through, as if to settle how much of all this he was to believe,--"I am deeply indebted to you for your gallantry. I only wish it had been employed on a better subject." "My good sir," said Frank, blushing, "you owe your life not to me. I would have helped if I could; but was not thought worthy by our sons of Anak here. Your actual preserver was a young girl." And Frank told him the story. "Whew! I hope she won't expect me to marry her as payment.--Handsome?" "Beautiful," said Frank. "Money?" "The village schoolmistress." "Clever?" "A sort of half-baked body," said Heale. "A very puzzling intellect," said Frank "Ah--well--that's a fair excuse for declining the honour. I can't be expected to marry a frantic party, as you called me down stairs just now, Doctor." "I, sir?" "Yes, I heard; no offence, though, my good sir,--but I've the ears of a fox. I hope really, though, that she is none the worse for her heroic flights."