The young man thanked him and added, "I shall like it, oh, far better than England."
"I hope so, Wicount; but of this I am sure, men will like you and, by George, women, too!"
De Courval laughed merrily. "You flatter me, Captain."
"No. Being at sea six weeks with a man is as good as being married, for the knowing of him—the good and the bad of him."
"And my mother, will she like it?"
"Ah, now, that I cannot tell. Good night."
II
When in a morning of brilliant sunshine again, with the flood and a favoring wind, the brig moved up-stream alone on the broad water, Madame de Courval came on deck for the midday meal. Her son hung over her as she ate, and saw with gladness the faint pink in her cheeks, and, well-pleased, translated her questions to the captain as he proudly pointed out the objects of interest when they neared the city of Penn. There was the fort at Red Bank where the Hessians failed, and that was the Swedes' church, and there the single spire of Christ Church rising high over the red brick city, as madam said, of the color of Amsterdam.