"He does seem a high sort of fellow," continued Mr Roseapple, without noticing my interruption. "But here is Turner, let us ask him.—I say, Turner, allow me to introduce Mr Brail to you."
We bowed to each other.
"We have been speaking about your friend."
"Well," said Turner, "I believe, Roseapple, you know about as much of him as I do."
"Pray," said I, "may I ask what sort of craft this same felucca was?"
The Falmouth gentleman described the Midge exactly.
"Well," thought I, "the vessel may be owned by an honest man after all; at any rate, what does it signify to me whether she be or no?" Nevertheless, I had an itching to know more about her somehow.
"Is the felucca still at Falmouth, sir, may I ask?" continued I.
"No; she sailed yesterday morning at daylight."
"That was something of the suddenest too," said I.