H.M.S. "PINAFORE"
my joy at the happy result of your eloquence. Your argument was unanswerable."
"Captain Corcoran," replied Sir Joseph, "it is one of the happiest characteristics of this inexpressibly fortunate country that official replies to respectfully uttered interrogatories are invariably regarded as unanswerable."
And Sir Joseph, having discharged this mouthful of long words, withdrew to complete his night's rest.
Captain Corcoran could not conceal his exultation. Indeed, there was no reason why he should as he was entirely alone. He clasped his hands, smiled broadly, took a long breath of relief and had just begun to dance the hornpipe that Sir Joseph had taught him (to see if he remembered the steps) when he was interrupted by the unexpected appearance of poor deformed Dick Deadeye, who approached him with the irregular jerky action of a triangle that is being trundled like a hoop.
"Captain," whispered he, "I want a word with you!" And he placed his hand impressively on the Captain's wrist.
"Deadeye!" said he, "you here? Don't!"
"Ah, don't shrink from me, Captain!" replied
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