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WHEN Patrick had changed out of his damp clothing, and had descended to the coffee-room, with an appetite sharpened by his long, cold journey since the mid-day meal, he found that cheerful apartment noisy with the laughter and conversation of a numerous company of Naval and Marine officers. He was delightedly hailed by several acquaintances, one of whom, a former shipmate named Boyce--a first lieutenant--pushed back his chair from the long table at which they sat over their wine in the middle of the room, and rose to greet him.
"Well, well, my gallant Patrick! And how did you leave the little dears in London town? Great George, 'tis a pleasure, I vow, to see your homely countenance again. Damme--we've not met since we were in the Culloden together, in the West Indies."