"Ay, ay; but we had some shrewd blasts to weather before we got here! And I am not yet well assured which way the weather-cock will swing yet.  Hark in your ear, 'tisn't every one in England that is glad to see us.  There is a fat old fox they have just made Earl of Clarendon who makes my master mad every time he sets eyes on him, and that fox holds the weather-cock by a string, I fancy.  Prim old self-seeking rascal.  But we'll have some merry times yet, which ever way the wind sets, hey, Captain Harrison?"