n. I don't believe in these new
moves in families. My father was a sailor, so was I, and so should my
son have been if I had had one."

"The place he's been living at is Paris," said Humphrey, "and they
tell me 'tis where the king's head was cut off years ago. My poor
mother used to tell me about that business. 'Hummy,' she used to say,
'I was a young maid then, and as I was at home ironing mother's caps
one afternoon the parson came in and said, "They've cut the king's
head off, Jane; and what 'twill be next God knows."'"

"A good many of us knew as well as He before long," said the captain,
chuckling. "I lived seven years under water on account of it in my
boyhood--in that damned surgery of the _Triumph_, seeing men brought
down to the cockpit with their legs and arms blown to Jericho... And
so the young man has settled in Paris. Manager to a diamond merchant,
or some such thing, is he not?"

"Yes, sir, that's it. 'Tis a blazing great business that he belongs
to, so I've heard his mother say--like a king's palace, as far as
diments go."

"I can well mind when he left home," said Sam.

"'Tis a good thing for the feller," said Humphrey. "A sight of times
better to be selling diments than nobbling about here."

"It must cost a good few shillings to deal at such a place."

"A good few indeed, my man," replied the captain. "Yes, you may make
away with a deal of money and be neither drunkard nor glutton."

"They say, too, that Clym Yeobright is become a real perusing man,
with the strangest notions about things. There, that's because he
went to school early, such as the school was."

"Strange notions, has he?" said the old man. "Ah, there's too much
of that sending to school in these days! It only does harm. Every
gatepost and barn's door you come to is sure to have some bad word or
other chalked upon it by the young rascals: a woman can hardly pass
for shame some times. If they'd never been taught how to write they
wouldn't have been able to scribble such villainy. Their fathers
couldn't do it, and the country was all the better for it."

"Now, I should think, cap'n, that Miss Eustacia had about as much in
her head that comes from books as anybody about here?"

"Perhaps if Miss Eustacia, too, had less romantic nonsense in her head
it would be better for her," said the captain shortly; after which he
walked away.

"I say, Sam," observed Humphrey when the old man was gone, "she and
Clym Yeobright would make a