“Well, sir, I can’t help it, sir. You did seem more like a young lady in those times. But you’re as different as can be now, sir. You really aren’t like the same.”
“That will do,” said Jack. “You can go now.”
“Yes, sir,” said the man with alacrity; “but you won’t leave me behind another time, sir, for speaking out so free?”
“Wait and see,” said Jack shortly; and the man was obliged to content himself with that reply, and left the cabin.
“My word, he is getting a Tartar,” said Edward to himself as he went to his own quarters. “Fancy him dropping on to me like that! Well, it’s a change; and after all he’s better so than being such a molly as he was.”
“Like a great girl—like a great girl,” muttered Jack as soon as he was alone. “To say that to me! How it shows what people must have thought. It was quite time there was a change. But I wonder what they all think of me now.”
A burning sensation made him turn to the glass, to see that his face was growing brown, while in each of his cheeks there was a bright spot.