"A Protestant, I s'pose you mean."
"Yes, yes, a Protestant—that's it. Well, you see, her mother did not die till this girl, her darter, was nigh upon sixteen years old, and it's like the old lady eddicated her arter the same religion she was brought up in herself."
"Aye, now I begin to see into it all."
"Well, so you see, as nigh as I can make out, for the old woman wouldn't talk right out—only kept hinting along like."
"Hum! a woman generally can hint a d—d sight more than when she speaks right out."
"Well, so it seems this Isabella, being half English and whole Protestant, won't exactly steer by their compass in religious matters."
"Poor girl! poor innocent little creature!"
"Well, I got a talking 'long with the old woman, and, arter a good deal of trouble, I got hold of pretty much the whole history about this 'ere girl. So she told me, amongst other things, that the girl's uncle wanted her to marry one of them officers that was aboard that day."
"Which of them?"
"That thundering cockroach-legged thief, that was copper-fastened with gold lace and brass buttons chock up to his ears, with a thundering great broadsword triced up to his larboard quarter and slung with brass chains."