“Yes, yes, Chubb; I certainly do entertain strong feelings against that tyrant and usurper.”
“You do, sir. I’ve heard you say things at times as have sounded red-hot.”
“And I’m not ashamed of them, Captain Chubb,” cried the doctor warmly.
“’Shamed on ’em! Not you, sir! They’re a honour to you as an English gentleman. Not much of the innocent in you about that.”
“Thank you, Captain Chubb; thank you,” said the doctor.
“Oh, uncle!” cried Rodd, between his teeth.
“You let your uncle alone, youngster; I aren’t done with him yet. Now then, doctor, your eyes aren’t quite open now, but you are beginning to peep. Now, just have the goodness to tell me what you are a-doing here at Saint Helena—a place that a gentleman with your sentiments ought to have kept clear of like pison.”
“Well,” cried the doctor, warming up again, “you know I have accompanied my friend the Count upon his scientific expedition.”
“Your friend the Count, sir! His scientific expedition!” snarled the skipper. “Do you call old Bony a scientific expedition?”
“I don’t understand you, captain.”