an three
thousand pounds. You know I have sisters."

"And before you come into that you'll have three thousand children."

"That's a large family, Jack," replied Gascoigne, bursting out into
laughter, in which our hero joined.

"Well, you know I only wanted to argue the point with you."

"I know that, Jack; but I think we're counting our chickens before they
are hatched, which is foolish."

"In every other case except when we venture upon matrimony."

"Why, Jack, you're becoming quite sensible."

"My wisdom is for my friends, my folly for myself. Good-night."

But Jack did not go to sleep. "I must not allow Gascoigne to do such a
foolish thing," thought he--"marry a dark girl on midshipman's pay, if
he succeeds--get his throat cut if he does not." As Jack said, his
wisdom was for his friends, and he was so generous that he reserved none
for his own occasions.

Miss Julia Hicks, as we before observed, set the fashions at Tetuan, and
her style of dress was not unbecoming. The Moorish women wore large
veils, or they may be called what you will, for their head-dresses
descend to their heels at times, and cover the whole body, leaving an
eye to peep with, and hiding everything else. Now Miss Julia found this
much more convenient than the bonnet, as she might walk out in the heat
of the sun without burning her fair skin, and stare at everybody and
everything without being stared at in return. She therefore never went
out without one of these overalls, composed of several yards of fine
muslin. Her dress in the house was usually of coloured sarcenet, for a
small vessel came into the port one day during her father's lifetime,
unloaded a great quantity of bales of goods with English marks; and as
the vessel had gone out in ballast, there was a surmise on his part by
what means they came into the captain's possession. He therefore cited
the captain up to the Governor, but the affair was amicably arranged by
the vice-consul receiving about one quarter of the cargo in bales of
silks and muslins. Miss Hicks had therefore all her dresses of blue,
green, and yellow sarcenet, which, with the white muslin overall, made
her as conspicuous as the only Frankish lady in the town had a right to
be, and there was not a dog which barked in Tetuan which did not know
the sister of the vice-consul, although few had seen her face.

Now it occurred to Jack, as Gascoigne was determined to carry on his
amour, that in case of surpr