OldSolreturnedthepressureofhishand，andthankedhim。
CaptainCuttle，then，withagravitysuitabletothenatureoftheoccasion，putdownuponthetablethetwotea-spoonsandthesugar-tongs，thesilverwatch，andthereadymoney；andaskedMr。Brogley，thebroker，whatthedamagewas。
`Come！Whatdoyoumakeofit？\'saidCaptainCuttle。
`Why，Lordhelpyou！\'returnedthebroker；`youdon\'tsupposethatproperty\'sofanyuse，doyou？\'
`Whynot？\'inquiredtheCaptain。