“My dear uncle, you will recollect that Miss Bannerworth is quite a young lady.” “I suppose she is.” “Well, then, for God’s sake, don’t attempt to kiss her.” “Not kiss her! damne, they like it. Not kiss her, because she’s a young lady! Damne, do you think I’d kiss a corporal of marines?” “No, uncle; but you know young ladies are very delicate.” “And ain’t I delicate – shiver my timbers, ain’t I delicate? Where is she?”
