not in the sense that you mean; he would have given his eyes; ay, and ten thousand pounds more, if I would have accepted the girl, but I would not."
"Why, in the name of goodness?"
"Sir, her uncle was a shoemaker. I never would debase myself by marrying into such a family."
"Of course not," said Dobble, "he couldn't, you know. Well, now—tell him about the other girl, Mary Waters, you know."
"Hush, Dobble, hush! don't you see one of those naval officers has turned round and heard you. My dear Clopper, it was a mere childish bagatelle."
"Well, but let’s have it," said Clopper, "let’s have it; I won't tell my sister, you know;" and he put his hand to his nose, and looked monstrous wise.
"Nothing of that sort, Clopper—no, no—’pon honor—little Bob Stubbs is no libertine; and the story is very simple. You see that my father has a small place, merely a few hundred acres, at Sloffemsquiggle: Isn't it a funny name? Hang it, there’s the naval gentleman staring again,—(I looked terribly fierce
