But, if I remember rightly you said you didn't know Captain Anthony.
Captain Anthony ("the son of the poet--you know") was of a retiring disposition, shy with strangers, unused to society and very much devoted to his calling, Fyne explained.
I expressed no regret at missing Captain Anthony and we proceeded in silence till, on approaching the holiday cottage, Fyne suddenly and unexpectedly broke it by the hurried declaration that he would go on with me a little farther.
That night came Aunt Ellen, gentle, sentimental, wrinkled, sighing, oppressed by wealth, in to Brother Anthony at his evening paper, and began discourse on the subject of lovers' woes.
He told me all about it," said brother Anthony, yawning.
Oh, Anthony," sighed Aunt Ellen, "I wish you would not think so much of money.
At 11 o'clock that night somebody tapped lightly on Anthony Rockwall's door.
Come in," shouted Anthony, who was in a red dressing-gown, reading a book of piratical adventures.
But, brother Anthony, what good could your money have done?
The next day a person with red hands and a blue polka-dot necktie, who called himself Kelly, called at Anthony Rockwall's house, and was at once received in the library.
Well," said Anthony, reaching for his chequebook, "it was a good bilin' of soap.
Thirteen hundred--there you are, Kelly," said Anthony, tearing off a check.
I thought the little rascal wouldn't be on hand," chuckled Anthony.