While I was still in this delightful dream, we came suddenly in front of a large inn, and met Squire Trelawney, all dressed out like a sea officer, in stout blue cloth, coming out of the door with a smile on his face, and a capital imitation of a sailor’s walk.

“Here you are!” he cried; “and the doctor came last night from London. Bravo!⁠—the ship’s company complete.”

“Oh, sir,” cried I, “when do we sail?”

“Sail!” says he. “We sail tomorrow.”