"You are very sorry to leave me," said the urchin.
"Why, my little man," while an indescribable feeling crept over me, "how do you think so?"
"Because I see one big tear in your eye—ah, dere—him pop down, like hot water, on my hand—oh! you must either have been bad boy dis morning, or you are crying because you are going to leave me."
I blushed to the eyes at this womanish weakness having been detected by the little innocent.
The calm still continued, but time wore on—and anxious to get back again, we rose—"A pleasant voyage to you, captain."
"Thank you, sir."
I looked at the old man who sat opposite—"I also wish you and yours a good voyage, sir,"—and I held out my hand—he shook it cordially.
"May God bless you, sir,"—and then turning to the lieutenant—"I respect your service, sir, but I have seen some roughness among young officers too, when the ships in which I have sailed, in my several voyages, have been boarded by men-of-war's boats; therefore your gentleness has been more grateful."
Don Ricardo bowed.
Willing to protract the pleasure of being in such society as long as I decently could, I remained standing.