“My ship out there, of which I am the captain, at your service!”
Justin bowed and then said:
“My name is Rosenthal. If you will give me yours I will present you to the lady.”
“My name is Spear, for want of a better.”
“Miss Conyers,” said Justin, stepping a few paces towards Britomarte, “Captain Spear, of the Sea Scourge.”
Captain Spear bowed very low. Miss Conyers bent slightly and then looked up, to see before her a tall, broad-shouldered, stalwart man, of about forty years of age, with prominent features, red hair and beard, and sun-burnt complexion.
“And the young woman with the damask-rose cheeks?” inquired the captain, indicating the Irish girl.
“Her name is Judith Riordan. She is Miss Conyers’ attendant,” said Justin, coldly.
Notwithstanding which, Captain Spear turned, and honored the maid with a deep bow as he had bestowed upon the mistress, and a bold stare of admiration into the bargain.
Judith turned away, hugely affronted, growling: