“So you wouldn’t like being a sailor?” said Brandon, looking at the lad with a meaning which the latter did not understand.
“No, I don’t think I should.”
“So I thought at your age; but I became a sailor, after all.”
However it might have been in the case of Captain Brandon, Harry thought it very improbable that such a change would take place in his own views.
At length he reached the pier. Bales of merchandise lay scattered about, and there was a general appearance of confusion and disorder.
“There is my vessel,” said Captain Brandon, pointing it out. “Don’t you want to go to China with me?”
“Thank you,” said Harry, with a smile, “but I will wait till I am older.”
“And then go as a merchant, I suppose?”
“Perhaps so.”
“Well, we will go on board, at all events. I will show you about.”