"Quite exhilarating, sir."
"From what quarter?"
"About south, sir"
"Is there much of it?"
"A prewailing breeze, sir."
"And the sloop?"
"She's to leeward, sir, operating along as fast as she can."
"Steward!"
"Sir," stepping hurriedly out of his pantry, in order to hear more distinctly.
"Under what sail are we?"