"Oh, ma'am," said the sailor, evidently on the brink of bursting into laughter, "if we risk our lives, sure, it's our own business, and if you've no scruples on your own account, you needn't have any on ours!"
While he was speaking the sound of many shuffling feet was heard along the passage, and the room was soon half filled with colored people come in to deal with the sailor.
"You may look at these goods, but you must not buy anything."
"Lor' missus, why?" asked little Pitapat.
"Because I want you to lay out all your money with my friend Mr. Crash at Tip-Top."
"But after de good gemman has had de trouble?" said Pitapat.
"He shall have his supper and a mug of ale and go on his journey," said Mrs. Condiment.
The sailor arose and scraped his foot behind him in acknowledgment of this kindness and began to unpack his wares and display them all over the floor.
And while the servants in wonder and delight examined these treasures and inquired their prices, a fresh young voice was heard carolling along the hall, and the next moment Capitola, in her green riding habit and hat entered the room.
She turned her mischievous gray eyes about, pursed up her lips and asked Mrs. Condiment if she were about to open a fancy bazaar.
"No, my dear Miss Capitola! It is a sailor with foreign goods for sale," answered the old lady.
"A sailor with foreign goods for sale! Umph! yes, I know. Isn't he a smuggler?" whispered Capitola.
"Indeed. I'm afraid so, my dear--in fact, he don't deny it!" whispered back the matron.
"Well, I think it's strange a man that smuggles can't lie!"
"Well, I don't know, my dear--may be he thinks it's no harm to smuggle, and he knows it would be a sin to lie. But where is your uncle, Miss Capitola?"
"Gone around to the stable to blow Jem up for mounting on a lame horse. He swears Jem shall find another master before to-morrow's sun sets. But now I want to talk to that bold buccaneer. Say, you sir, show me your foreign goods--I'm very fond of smugglers myself!"
"You are right, my dear young lady! You would give poor sailors some little chance to turn an honest penny!"
"Certainly! Brave fellows! Show me that splendid fabric that shines like cloth of gold."
"This, my young lady, this is a real, genuine China silk. I bought it myself in my last cruise in the streets of Shanghai, where the long-legged chickens----"