"That is quite true," said Falmouth, as he sank into an armchair.
He rang the bell.
One of his servants entered.
"Beg Mr. Williams to come below," said Falmouth. The valet went out.
"Williams and Geordy will be our seconds," said Falmouth, imperiously.
I gave a mechanical sign of assent,—I was annihilated.
Williams came down into the cabin.
"Where are we, Williams? What is the nearest land?"
"The wind has been from the north all the morning, my lord, and we are well on our way to Malta. If it keeps on at this rate, we will get there to-morrow evening."
"Try, then, my brave fellow, to get us there as soon as possible,—and give me your arm to help me back to my own cabin."