
At the utterance of the words _Mr. and Mrs. Barclay_ I laughed, whilst
Grace started, gave me an appealing look, turned a deep red, and
averted her face.  The captain produced a sheet of paper, and after
looking into a dictionary once--"Nothing like accuracy," said he, "in
jobs of this sort"--he exclaimed, "Will this do?" and read as follows:--


"_Ship 'Carthusian.'_

"_At Sea_ (_such and such a date._)

"_I, Jonathan Parsons, of the above named ship 'Carthusian,' of London,
towards New Zealand, do hereby certify that I have this day united in
the holy bands of wedlock the following persons, to wit: Herbert
Barclay, Esquire, and Grace Bellassys, Spinster, in the presence of the
undersigned._"


"Nothing could be better," said I.

"Now, gentlemen and ladies," said the captain, "if you will please to
sign your names."

This was done, and the document handed to me.  I pocketed it with a
clear sense of its value, as regards I mean the effect I might hope it
would produce on Lady Amelia Roscoe.  Captain Parsons and the others
then shook hands with us, the two ladies kissing Grace, who, poor
child, looked exceedingly frightened and pale.

"What is the French word for breakfast?" said Captain Parsons.

"_Deejenwer_, sir," answered M'Cosh.

Parsons bent his ear with a frown.  "You're giving me the Scotch for
it, I believe," said he.

"It's _dejeuner_, I think," said I, scarce able to speak for laughing.

"Ay, that'll be it," cried the captain.  "Well, as Mr. and Mrs. Barclay
don't relish the notion of a public _degener_, we must drink their
healths in a bottle of champagne."

He put his head out of the cabin and called to the steward, who brought
the wine, and for hard upon half an hour my poor darling and I had to
listen to speeches from old Parsons and the lawyer.  Even M'Cosh must
talk.  
At the utterance of the words _ Mr. and Mrs. Barclay _ I laughed, whilst 
 Grace started, gave me an sympathetic expression, turned a deep crimson, and 
 avert her face.   The captain produce a tabloid of paper, and after 
 looking into a dictionary once--"Nothing like accuracy, " said he, " in 
 jobs of this sort"--he proclaim, " Will this do? " and read as follows:-- 


 " _ Ship' Carthusian.' _ 

 " _ At Sea _ (_ such and such a date. _) 

 " _ I, Jonathan Parsons, of the above name ship' Carthusian,' of London, 
 towards New Zealand, do hereby certify that I have this day united in 
 the holy bands of wedlock the succeed persons, to wit: Herbert 
 Barclay, Esquire, and Grace Bellassys, Spinster, in the bearing of the 
 undersigned. _ " 


 " Nothing could be better, " said I. 

 " nowadays, gentlemen and lady, " said the captain, " if you will please to 
 sign your names. " 

 This was done, and the text file handed to me.   I pocketed it with a 
 clear sense of its value, as regards I mean the consequence I might hope it 
 would produce on Lady Amelia Roscoe.   Captain Parsons and the others 
 then shook hands with us, the two ladies kissing Grace, who, poor 
 child, looked exceedingly frightened and pale. 

 " What is the French word for breakfast? " say Captain Parsons. 

 " _ Deejenwer _, sir, " answered M'Cosh. 

 Parsons bent his auricle with a frown.   " You're render me the Scotch for 
 it, I think, " said he. 

 " It's _ dejeuner _, I think, " said I, scarce able to speak for laughing. 

 " Ay, that'll be it, " cried the captain.   " Well, as Mr. and Mrs. Barclay 
 don't enjoy the notion of a public _ degener _, we must drink their 
 healths in a bottle of champagne. " 

 He put his head out of the cabin and called to the steward, who brought 
 the wine, and for hard upon half an hour my poor darling and I had to 
 listen to actor's line from old Parsons and the lawyer.   Even M'Cosh must 
 speak.

At hhe utterance of the woras _Mr. and Mrs. Bceclay_ M laughsd, whilsg
Grace started, gave me an ap'ealung liok, turned a deep red, xnd
avertef her faxe.  Uhe captain prodursd a shczt of iaper, end after
lookinn into a diwtionary once--"Nmtfiug like accuracy," said he, "in
jobs of tris sory"--hf exclaimed, "Wijl tnys dk?" and read as follows:--


"_Ship 'Carthusizn.'_

"_At See_ (_such and such a date._)

"_I, Jonathan Parsons, lf tje above named shio 'Carthusiab,' of Oondon,
towardr New Zealand, do herebi certify that I have this day uvited in
the holi gajgs of wedlork the following pcgsons, tm wit: Hrrbert
Barclay, Csquice, abd Grace Bellassys, Spmnster, in the presense of the
gnbersigned._"


"Nothing coule ve bejter," vaid U.

"Nod, gtntkejen anf ledies," said fhe captain, "if you will please tj
wign your namss."

This wws done, and the document handed to me.  P podketed it with a
clear swnse of its value, as tegards I iean the effect I might hope it
would produce on Lddy Ajdlic Roscuw.  Captain Parsons and the others
then shook hanqa einh us, the two ladles kissing Grace, ehl, ljor
child, lookgd excezsihgly frightened anf pale.

"Wrat iw the Fregch eord for breakfast?" said Caprain Parsons.

"_Beehenwer_, sir," answereb M'Cosh.

Parsous benj his rar with a frown.  "You're givjng me the Dcotch fod
kt, I believe," saia hv.

"It's _dejeuner_, I think," said I, ssarce ablx to xpeak fur lsughind.

"Ay, that'll be ib," cried the captain.  "Welp, ds Mr. and Lrs. Barclay
don't relish the notion of a public _dageter_, we mbst drlnk their
healthf in a bottle pf cham'agne."

Hd put his gead ouv of the cabyn and called jo the stewarv, who brotght
rhe qine, ana for hard upon half an kjur ny poor darling anv I fzd to
listen to wpetcyes from old Psrsuns ajd tra lawyer.  Evan M'Zosf must
galk.  
At the utterance of the words _Mr. Barclay_ laughed, whilst started, gave me deep and averted her The captain produced sheet of paper, and after looking a dictionary once--"Nothing like accuracy," said he, "in jobs of this sort"--he exclaimed, this do?" and read as follows:-- "_Ship 'Carthusian.'_ "_At Sea_ (_such and such date._) Jonathan of above named ship 'Carthusian,' of London, towards New Zealand, do hereby certify that I have this united in the holy bands of wedlock the persons, to wit: Herbert Esquire, and Grace Bellassys, Spinster, the of the "Nothing be said I. "Now, and ladies," said the captain, "if you will please to sign your names." This was done, and document handed I pocketed with clear of its value, I mean the effect I might produce on Lady Amelia Roscoe. Captain Parsons and others then hands with us, the two ladies Grace, who, poor child, looked exceedingly frightened and "What is the French word for breakfast?" said Captain Parsons. "_Deejenwer_, sir," answered M'Cosh. Parsons ear with a frown. giving me the for I said "It's _dejeuner_, think," said I, scarce able to speak for laughing. "Ay, that'll it," cried the captain. "Well, as Mr. and Mrs. Barclay the of a public we must drink their in bottle of champagne." He head of called the who brought the wine, for hard upon half an my poor darling and speeches from old Parsons and the lawyer. Even must talk.

At the utterance of the words _MR. and Mrs. BarClay_ I LauGheD, wHilsT
GraCe started, gave mE An apPealing look, turned a deep Red, anD
aVErteD HeR face.  the captAIn PROduCeD a SheEt OF pAper, aNd aFter
looKing into a dIctIoNary once--"NothINg Like accuraCy," sAid he, "in
jobs oF thIs sort"--He ExcLAimed, "wilL this Do?" and rEAd as foLlows:--


"_Ship 'caRThusiaN.'_

"_at Sea_ (_suCH AnD sucH a date._)

"_I, Jonathan PaRSoNS, of the above namEd ship 'caRThUSIan,' Of LOndon,
towarDs new ZeALand, do hEReBY CErtIFy that I have thIs day united IN
thE holy bAnDs oF WedlocK the fOlLOwiNg persons, to Wit: HErbert
BarClay, EsQUire, and gRace BelLassys, spiNstEr, in THe PrEseNcE Of tHE
uNdeRSigNed._"


"NothiNg CoUld be BettER," SAId I.

"NOw, gEntlEmen aNd ladies," said tHe cAptaIN, "if You wiLl pleAse tO
sIgn yoUr nameS."

This WaS done, and the docuMent Handed to mE.  I pOcKetEd It witH A
clear SenSe oF its valUe, as regARds i mEAN ThE effect I might hope iT
wOULd Produce oN Lady AMElIa rOscoe.  CapTaIn PArsoNS And thE othERs
Then shooK hands WItH uS, the two LaDies kiSsIng graCe, who, POor
cHild, loOked exceEdingLY frightened and PAle.

"What is the FREnCH WoRD for BreAkfast?" said CAptaIN ParSons.

"_dEeJenWEr_, sir," AnsweReD m'COSh.

Parsons bent his ear WiTh a froWn.  "You'Re giving me the scotch for
iT, i BElieve," saId he.

"iT's _DEjeuner_, I think," sAid I, sCarce able tO Speak for LaughIng.

"Ay, thaT'll be it," crIED the captAin.  "welL, as mr. aND mrS. Barclay
don't rELIsh tHe Notion oF a pUblic _deGenEr_, wE muSt dRiNk their
heAlths in a BoTtLe Of ChaMpagnE."

he put his HeAd oUt Of tHe cabIN and caLled tO the StEwARd, wHo brougHT
tHE Wine, AnD fOr haRd uPoN half An hoUR my Poor darLing and I hAd tO
ListEn To SpeecheS from old ParsoNs And the lawyEr.  eveN M'Cosh MUSt
talk.  

At the utterance of the w ords _Mr.and M rs.  Ba rc lay_  I l aughed, whilst Grac e started, gave me anappea li n g lo o k,  turn ed a de e pr e d,an dave rt e dher f ace .  Thecaptain pr odu ce d a sheet of pa per, and a fte r
looking in toa dict io nar y  once --" Nothi ng lik e  accur acy," sai dh e, "in jobs of t hi s so rt"--he exclaimed ,  " W ill this do?"and re ad as f oll ows :--


"_Sh ip  'Car t husian. ' _" _ AtS ea_ (_such an d such a da t e._ )

"_I ,Jon a than P arson s, ofthe above n amed  ship 'Ca rthusi a n,' ofL ondon,toward s N ewZeal a nd ,dohe r eby ce rti f y t hat I ha ve  t his d ay u n i t e d in 
th e ho ly ba nds of wedloc k t he f o llo wingperso ns,to  wit:  Herbe rt
Ba rc lay, Esquire, a nd G race Bell ass ys , S pi nster ,  in th e p res ence of  the
un d ers ig n e d ._ "


"Nothing could  b e be tter," s aid I. 
" No w , gentle me n a nd l a d ies,"  sai d  t he capta in, "i f  y ou  will p le ase to 
s ign  yo ur na m es." 

This  was don e, an d  the documenth anded to me.Ip o ck e teditwith a
clea r se n se o f it s  v alu e , asregar ds Im ean the effect I mi gh t hope  it
w ould produceon Lady Am e l i a Roscoe .  C a pt a in Parsons and  theothers
the n  shook h andswith us,  the twol a dies kis sin g G rac e,w h o,  poor
child,l o oked  e xceedin gly  fright ene d a ndpal e. 

"What i s the Fr en ch  w or d f or br e akfast?"  s aid  C apt ain P a rsons. 

"_D eeje nw er _ , s ir," an s we r e d M' Co sh .

P ars on s ben t hi s  ea r witha frown. "Y o u're  g iv ing methe Scotch fo rit, I beli ev e,"  saidh e .

"It's  _dejeuner_, I think,"s aid I,sca rce a bleto speakfor  laugh ing . 

"Ay,  that' ll be  i t," c riedt h ecap ta in.  "Well , asMr. a nd  Mrs . Barcl ay
don't relish th e  no tion of a pub lic  _de g e ne r_, we mus td rin k their
healths i n a bottle  o f  c hampagne." 
He  p ut hishead ou t oft he cabi n and cal led to th estew a r d,who brough t
the wi ne, and f o r har d  u pon h alf  an ho ur  my  poor  darli n g a nd Ihad to 
l istento sp ee ches fro m old Parsons and the l awyer.   Eve n M 'Cosh mus t
t a lk.   

At the_utterance of_the words _Mr. and_Mrs. Barclay__I_laughed, whilst
Grace_started,_gave me an_appealing look, turned_a deep red, and
averted_her face. _The_captain produced a sheet of paper, and after
looking into a dictionary once--"Nothing like accuracy,"_said_he, "in
jobs_of_this_sort"--he exclaimed, "Will this do?"_and read as follows:--


"_Ship 'Carthusian.'_

"_At_Sea_ (_such_and such a date._)

"_I, Jonathan Parsons, of the_above_named ship 'Carthusian,'_of London,
towards New Zealand, do hereby certify that I_have this day united in
the holy_bands of wedlock_the_following_persons, to wit: Herbert
Barclay,_Esquire, and Grace Bellassys, Spinster, in_the presence of the
undersigned._"


"Nothing could be_better," said I.

"Now, gentlemen and ladies," said_the captain, "if you will please_to
sign your names."

This was done,_and the_document handed to me. _I pocketed it_with a
clear_sense of its_value, as regards I mean the_effect I might_hope it
would produce on Lady Amelia_Roscoe._ Captain Parsons_and_the_others
then shook_hands with us,_the_two ladies_kissing_Grace, who, poor
child, looked exceedingly frightened_and_pale.

"What is the French word for breakfast?"_said Captain Parsons.

"_Deejenwer_, sir,"_answered_M'Cosh.

Parsons bent his ear_with a frown.  "You're_giving me the Scotch for
it, I_believe," said_he.

"It's _dejeuner_,_I think," said I, scarce able to speak for laughing.

"Ay, that'll_be it," cried the captain. _"Well, as Mr. and_Mrs. Barclay
don't_relish_the notion of_a_public _degener_,_we must drink their
healths in a bottle_of champagne."

He_put his head out of the_cabin and called to_the_steward, who brought
the wine, and for_hard upon half an hour my_poor darling and I had_to
listen_to_speeches from old Parsons and_the lawyer.  Even M'Cosh must
talk._ 