Jack rang the bell, and ordered post-horses.
“Where are you going, my dear boy?” inquired Dr Middleton.
“To Portsmouth, doctor.”
“And pray what for, if not an impertinent question?”
Jack then gave Dr Middleton an insight into his plan, and requested that he would allow him to do so, as there was plenty of ready-money.
“But the expense will be enormous.”
“It will be heavy, sir, I grant; but I have calculated it pretty nearly, and I shall not spend at the rate of more than my income. Besides, as letter of marque, I shall have the right of capture; in fact, I mean to take out a privateer’s regular licence.”
“But not to remain there and cruise?”
“No, upon my honour; I am too anxious to get home again. You must not refuse me, my dear guardian.”
“As a lady is in the case, I will not, my dear boy; but be careful what you are about.”