That the speaker was in earnest there could be no manner of question.
"As empty as an English squire, coz," cried the first speaker.
"I do suppose Blackbeard's so afraid he don't know how to see," said the first speaker.
Mrs. Cummings, the speaker, was no ordinary woman of Western make.
"We are men of his company and we have news for him," returned the speaker in the sampan.
"He'd be an ugly customer in a row," remarked a fourth speaker.
Little Dorrit mildly looked at the speaker, but did not interrupt her.
The companions of the speaker take note that he is offended and stalks away.
Here the speaker was interrupted by applause that lasted several minutes.
The speaker finished with a bow towards Cornish, and resumed his seat.