“Are you the son of John Hamilton Luttrell?”
“Yes. What is your name?”
“Mine,” said the other, repressing a smile—“mine is Gervais Vyner.”
“And do you own this ship?”
“Yes.”
“And why have you come here?”
“Partly by chance—partly through curiosity.”
“And when will you go away?”
“Something will depend on the weather—something on whether we like the place and find it agreeable to us; but why do you ask? Do you wish we should go away?”
“The people do! I do not care!”