“Hush, hush, woman; don’t cry out till you’re hit. Wait till I come back,” said Jerry, leaving the room.
The admiral was still in the drawing-room with his grandmother, his mother, the Princess Pezzilini, and the young midshipman. The whole party had finished tea, and were gathered near the fire, still engaged in discussing the tragedy at Allworth Abbey, when the door opened, and Mr. Jessup made his appearance.
“Well, Jerry?” inquired the admiral, looking up.
Mr. Jessup gave the naval salute to his superior officer, and answered:
“If you please, your honor, I spied a small craft to windward, making signals of distress.”
“Well?”
“I put out after her, your honor, and found her beating about in the storm, though well nigh water-logged and ready to go down.”
“And what then?”
“I overhauled her, your honor, took possession, and towed her into port.”
“And what now?”