m I wrong in supposing that you feel
pretty sure at this moment that you are looking upon that same old
sea-dog, Marmaduke Amber?'

This time I smiled in good earnest at his fantastic fashion of
self-introduction, observing which the blue gentleman swayed me
backwards and forwards several times with his right hand, and I felt
that if I had been an oak of the forest he would have swayed me just as
easily, while he said with a kind of approbative chuckle: 'That's
right--a very good lad; that's right--a very smart lad.' Then he
suddenly lifted his hand, and I, unprepared for the removal of my prop,
staggered against the counter, while he put another question.

'And what do you think Marmaduke Amber wants with you?'

I shook my head, and said I could not guess.

'Why, to make a man of you, to be sure,' the gentleman answered. 'You
are spoiling here in this hen-coop. Now, Lancelot loves you like a
brother, and I love Lancelot like a father, and I am quite prepared to
take you to my heart for Lancelot's sake, for he is scarce likely to be
deceived in you. You must know that I am going to embark upon a certain
enterprise--of which more hereafter. Now, the long and the short of it
is that Lancelot is coming with me, and he wants to know, and I want to
know, if you will come too?'

'If I would come too!'

My heart seemed to stand still for joy at the very thought. Why, here
was the chance I was longing for, dreaming of, day and night; here was a
great ship waiting to carry me on that wrinkled highway of my boyish
ambition; here was the change from the little life of a little town into
the great perils and brave existence of the sea; here was a good-bye to
love and sorrow, and the putting on of manhood and manly purposes!

Would I not come! My lips trembled with delight and my speech faltered,
and then I glanced at my mother. She was very pale and sad, and at the
sight my joy turned to sorrow. She saw the change on my face, and she
said, very quietly and resolutely: 'I have given my consent, my dear
son, to your going hence. Perhaps it is for the best.'

'Mother,' I said, turning towards her with a choking voice,
'indeed--indeed it is for the best. I should only mope here and fret,
and come to no good, and give you no pride in me at all. I must go away;
it will not be for long; and when I come back I shall have forgotten my
follies and learnt wisdom.' Lord, how easy we think it in our youth to
learn wisdom! 'And you will