Morley Ashton

After the breathless calm of the past day, the heat of the cabin was intense. The lamp was trimmed and lit by the steward, but the skylight was still kept open."Awfully hot, Morley, is it not?" said Tom Bartelot, as he threw off his jacket."Yes; and the heat makes one so thirsty, too!""I can't give you iced champagne, as in the gardens at Rio; but the steward has bitter beer, beaujolais, and potash water, with grog for you, Morrison, which I know you prefer; and you, too, Noah, my old Triton. And now let us to work, and overhaul the old man's papers."