That was in the days when I moved among the bon ton of the of the London literarti. A pied a terre in Roma and an attic in Bloomsbury. Now Goody, of the pale cheeks and wraith like appearance, your Capt'n has fallen on hard times and has to make a living from the sea.
You are always making sad fare-the-wells Mistress Goody and now it is as Black-eyed Susan. This Capt'n will not send you from the ship as the bo'sun did to Susan - so haul your baggage back aboard.