'"
"The color of his liveries, Joseph, not the color of his whiskers."
"My dear Lavinia, you are thinking of 'Sea-green Shaw,' so called from
the extraordinary liveries he adopted for his servants in the year when
he was sheriff."
"I think not, Joseph."
"I beg your pardon, Lavinia."
Richard Turlington's knotty fingers drummed impatiently on the table. He
looked toward Natalie. She was idly arranging her little morsels of
ham in a pattern on her plate. Launcelot Linzie, still more idly, was
looking at the pattern. Seeing what he saw now, Richard solved the
problem which had puzzled him on deck. It was simply impossible that
Natalie's fancy could be really taken by such an empty-headed fool as
that!
Sir Joseph went on with his story:
"We were some ten or a dozen miles off the mouth of the Mersey--"
"Nautical miles, Joseph."
"It doesn't matter, Lavinia."
"Excuse me, brother, the late great and good Doctor Johnson said
accuracy ought always to be studied even in the most trifling things."
"They were common miles, Lavinia.
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