ILLUSTRATIONS

From Drawings by Will Owen

I—I thought I heard a man’s voice, he said at last

The office boy had caught the junior partner

The best and prettiest girl in Salthaven

It was a comfortable position

He was immersed in a bundle of papers

With a fine show of indignation, he thrust the gasping Bassett from the room

Captain Trimblett and her father were regulating their pace by hers

The boatswain, nothing loath, gave a tug—

With a few kind words he presented him with the bananas

He proceeded with almost equal care to assist her mother

Mrs. Willett and Mrs. Chinnery confronted each other

She placed it between his lips with a little jab

“I want you to drink it with me—‘Bassett, the best of boys!’”

“I’m choking!” he moaned, and dashed blindly into the inn

“Fancy you in a ’at like that,” pursued the astonished boatswain. “No wonder I thought you was a lady”

“I came to ask your advice,” said Hartley

A man holding a handkerchief to his bleeding face appeared suddenly

“Cap’n Sellers,” he said, “I’ve got a bone to pick with you”

“She said, ‘Nonsense,’” he replied, softly

He leaned back in his chair, and watched his chief clerk closely

“I heard you come in,” he said

“I really think I’m the most forgetful man in Salthaven,” said Mr. Robert Vyner

“I’ve got to go too,” said the captain

She seated herself on a pile of timber, and motioned the young man to join her

“I don’t like leaving him here,” said Rosa

And wetter still waiting at one corner of the Bank of England

“Mind!” said the captain, “I haven’t—promised.”

Was cut short in his expressions of pleasure at the captain’s return

“C—ck!” he said, waggishly

She drew the ring from her finger

“It’s to make you leave off loving me,” she explained

“Time!” cried Captain Sellers

“Don’t—don’t you think Captain Trimblett is lucky?”

Snatching his hat ... and darting wildly from the room

“You look very nice, dear,” she said

“If you like to go and get a glass you can have a little drop yourself”

Ended in the performance of a marvellous piece of jugglery

“Don’t go,” he said, hastily. “I haven’t finished yet”

He caused intense excitement by getting wedged under a dressing-table

The captain, who had hold of the curtains at the time, brought them down with him

Miss Gertrude Trimblett waved herself off the fence

Mr. Vyner started up and his cigar fell unheeded to the floor

An enormous fist held just beneath his nose stopped him in mad career

The act revealed an electro-plated salad-bowl