“I told Mr Roylance to send that boy here.”
“Beg pardon, sir; I’ve been here some time,” said Sydney, touching his hat.
“And suppose you have, young gentleman; it’s your duty to wait, is it not?” said the lieutenant, sharply.
“Yes, sir.”
“Don’t speak. If you want to be a good smart officer, listen, and don’t make remarks till you are asked.”
Sydney wanted to say, “You asked me a question, sir,” but he held his peace.
“Now, Mr Belton,” said the lieutenant, eyeing him severely, “I suppose you know that you occupy a very awkward position on board this ship? Don’t answer.”
“What’s coming?” thought Sydney, who was perspiring freely.
“You are the captain’s son.”
“Yes, I know that,” thought Sydney.