Lady Jim laughed, not ill pleased. Aksakoff had paid her some such compliment, and it was interesting to see the diverse ways in which the same idea can be expressed. "Go on," said she, nodding her thanks.
"Don't waste chin-music, neither," mused the captain. "Want's t' git at my cards afore she shows her own."
"You are in the right so far, Captain Strange"
"Talks book English like print. If she ain't a queen of dimins an' hearts I'm----"
"I have no doubt you will be some day," interposed Leah, before he could get the word out; "but until you are, suppose you--er--open out."
"Touchin' the passage money, as you might call it in a high-falutin' way, ma'am?"
"Passage money for my husband?"
"An' fur a double of his, as negotiated the Noo Jerusalem on th' v'yge," nodded the captain, extending his long legs. "Then there's th' man we planted at Funchal."
"Your nephew--buried in place of Mr. Garth."
"Nephew! Oh, he wasn't any relative o' mine."