“But Double L. Dee—”
Speaking very loud. “Captain Pratt, on the contrary, when he had sailed a thousand miles west of this position, was an hour, and when he had sailed twenty-four thousand miles west, was twenty-four hours, or one day, behind the time at London. Thus, with me, yesterday was Sunday—thus, with you, today is Sunday—and thus, with Pratt, tomorrow will be Sunday. And what is more, Mr. Rumgudgeon, it is positively clear that we are all right ; for there can be no philosophical reason assigned why the idea of one of us should have preference over that of the other.”
“My eyes!—well, Kate—well, Bobby!—this is a judgment upon me, as you say. But I am a man of my word— mark that ! you shall have her, boy, (plum and all), when you please. Done up, by Jove! Three Sundays all in a row! I’ll go, and take Dubble L. Dee’s opinion upon that .”