“You do? What for?”
“To go down and try and set your last enslavers at their ease.”
“Don’t be idiotic.”
“Nice way for a subaltern to speak to his commanding officer, sir.”
“I was not speaking to my commanding officer, but to my old companion, Jack Otway.”
“Oh, I see! I say, Phil, which of the fair ones is it—Juno or Hebe?”
“Don’t talk nonsense.”
“All right. Who are they?”
“I can’t find out yet. The captain gave me their names, that’s all. Hist! here is their maid.”
Just then Thisbe, who had been below, creeping off quietly to make things a bit comfortable, as she called it, came on deck, having missed Mrs Hallam and Julia, expecting to find them where she had left them, leaning over the bulwarks; and full of haste, as she had found that there was at last something like a pleasant meal spread in the principal cabin.