and may be don’t wish for none. Steady! You hailed me first, along of a certain young lady, as you was chartered by. Now if you and me is to keep one another’s company at all, that there young creetur’s name must never be named nor referred to. I don’t know what harm mayn’t have been done by naming of it too free, afore now, and thereby I brings up short. D’ye make me out pretty clear, brother?"
"Well, you ’ll excuse me, Captain Gills," replied Mr. Toots, "if I don’t quite follow you sometimes. But upon my word I—it’s a hard thing, Captain Gills, not to be able to mention Miss Dombey. I really have got such a dreadful load here!"—Mr. Toots pathetically touched his shirt-front with both hands—"that I feel night and day, exactly as if somebody was sitting upon me."
"Them," said the Captain, "is the terms I offer. If they ’re hard upon you, brother, as mayhap they are, give 'em a wide berth, sheer off, and part company cheerily!"
"Captain Gills," returned Mr. Toots, "I hardly know how it is, but after what you told me when I came here, for the first time, I—I feel that I’d rather think about Miss Dombey in your society than talk about her in almost anybody else’s. Therefore, Captain Gills, if you ’ll give me the pleasure of your acquaintance, I shall be very happy to accept it on your own conditions. I wish to be honourable, Captain Gills," said Mr. Toots, holding back his extended hand for a moment, "and therefore I am obliged to say that I can not help thinking about Miss Dombey. It’s impossible for me to make a promise not to think about her."
"My lad," said the Captain, whose opinion of Mr. Toots was much improved by this candid avowal, "a man’s thoughts is like the winds, and nobody can’t answer for "em for certain, any length of time together. Is it a treaty as to words?"
"As to words, Captain Gills," returned Mr. Toots, "I think I can bind myself."
Mr. Toots gave Captain Cuttle his hand upon it, then and there; and the Captain with a pleasant and gracious show of condescension, bestowed his acquaintance upon him formally. Mr. Toots seemed much relieved and gladdened by the acquisition, and chuckled rapturously during the remainder of his visit. The Captain, for his part, was not ill pleased to occupy that position of patronage, and was exceedingly well satisfied by his own prudence and foresight.
But rich as Captain Cuttle was in the latter quality, he received a surprise that same evening from a no less ingenuous and simple youth, than Rob the Grinder. That artless lad, drinking tea at the same table, and bending meekly over his cup and saucer, having taken sidelong observations of his master for some time, who was reading the newspaper with great difficulty, but much dignity, through his glasses, broke silence by saying—
"Oh! I beg your pardon, Captain, but you mayn’t be in want of any pigeons, may you, Sir?"
"No, my lad," replied the Captain.
"Because I was wishing to dispose of mine, Captain," said Rob.
"Aye, aye?" cried the Captain, lifting up his bushy eyebrows a little.
"Yes; I’m going, Captain, if you please," said Rob.
