Presently he returned.
"What news?" said Fitz.
"Doubtful," said Leicester, pouring out a glass of wine for Mrs. Mildmay. "A calm, I say—my sailing master says a—storm."
"A storm!" said Mrs. Mildmay, with dismay.
"Only a summer storm," said Leicester, lightly.
He quietly ran up on deck, and they heard his deep voice giving the command to tack round.
Then there followed a hurried trampling on deck and suddenly a voice called out:
"Tumble up! All hands on deck!"
Fitz ran up the gangway, and Bertie would have followed, but Mrs. Mildmay seemed rather alarmed, and he stayed talking and laughing to reassure her.
Presently Leicester came down and with a smile said: