the Captain’s stare, that after looking at him vacantly for some time in silence, and shifting uneasily on his chair, he said:
"I beg your pardon, Captain Gills, but you don’t happen to see anything particular in me, do you?"
"No, my lad," returned the Captain. "No."
"Because you know," said Mr. Toots with a chuckle, "I know I’m wasting away. You needn’t at all mind alluding to that. I—I should like it. Burgess and Co. have altered my measure, I’m in that state of thinness. It’s a gratification to me. I—I’m glad of it. I—I’d a great deal rather go into a decline, if I could. I’m a mere brute you know, grazing upon the surface of the earth, Captain Gills."
The more Mr. Toots went on in this way, the more the Captain was weighed down by his secret, and stared at him. What with this cause of uneasiness, and his desire to get rid of Mr. Toots, the Captain was in such a scared and strange condition, indeed, that if he had been in conversation with a ghost, he could hardly have evinced greater discomposure.
"But I was going to say, Captain Gills," said Mr. Toots. "Happening to be this way early this morning—to tell you the truth, I was coming to breakfast with you. As to sleep, you know, I never sleep now. I might be a Watchman, except that I don’t get any pay, and he’s got nothing on his mind."
"Carry on, my lad!" said the Captain, in an admonitory voice.
"Certainly, Captain Gills," said Mr. Toots. "Perfectly true! Happening to be this way early this morning (an hour or so ago), and finding the door shut"
"What! were you waiting there, brother?" demanded the Captain.
"Not at all, Captain Gills," returned Mr. Toots. "I didn’t stop a moment. I thought you were out. But the person said—by the bye, you don’t keep a dog, do you, Captain Gills?"
The Captain shook his head.
"To be sure," said Mr. Toots, "that’s exactly what I said. I knew you didn’t. There is a dog, Captain Gills, connected with—but excuse me. That’s forbidden ground."
The Captain stared at Mr. Toots until he seemed to swell to twice his natural size; and again the perspiration broke out on the Captain’s forehead, when he thought of Diogenes taking it into his head to come down and make a third in the parlour.
"The person said," continued Mr. Toots, "that he had heard a dog barking in the shop: which I knew couldn’t be, and I told him so. But he was as positive as if he had seen the dog."
"What person, my lad?" inquired the Captain.
"Why, you see there it is, Captain Gills," said Mr. Toots, with a perceptible increase in the nervousness of his manner. "It’s not for me to say what may have taken place, or what may not have taken place. Indeed, I don’t know. I get mixed up with all sorts of things that I don’t quite understand, and I think there’s something rather weak in my—in my head, in short."
The Captain nodded his own, as a mark of assent.
"But the person said, as we were walking away," continued Mr. Toots, "that you knew what, under existing circumstances, might occur—he said 'might,' very strongly—and that if you were requested to prepare yourself, you would, no doubt, come prepared.’
