“Oh, is that the name of the yacht?” cried Helena roguishly.
“Yes; the old Eunice is under water, but I call the new boat by the old name.”
“So The Eunice is carrying her namesake?”
“Exactly. Well, The Eunice will run down to Syra in about twelve days; a week has already gone by, so we may expect her there in a few days.”
“When she arrives, what do you propose to do?”
“With your permission, go over to Syra and bring her here.”
“By all means, if we are not blockaded in the mean time; but if we are, you will have to stay here.”
“And The Eunice at Syra!” rejoined Crispin in a vexed tone. “Well, perhaps it will be for the best, as your sister, niece, and Mr. Carriston are on board, and won’t care about being mixed up in a battle.”
“My sister!” repeated Justinian thoughtfully; “she was born after I left England, and I only caught a glimpse of her when I went back, so she is quite a stranger to me. Is she a—a pleasant sort of person?”
“Well, she talks a good deal,” said Crispin, with some hesitation.