"He may sit it, then. I'll treat him as I please."
"Then he'll leave you to navigate the St. Lawrence alone."
The Captain shrugged his shoulders, and said nothing.
"Let me ca' him back to the table, and apologise."
"Call him back if you like; but, d—— the apology!"
"I'll mak' it straight," cried Collins; and, leaving the cabin, he soon returned with the Frenchman, followed by Sam and the sea-pudding, who, placing it before the Captain with a most impressive air, looked triumphantly across the table at Mrs. Lyndsay.
"A nice piece of duff that, Sam," said Boreas, striking his knife and fork into the fair sides of the jolly white pudding.
"Wery nice, Sir," responded Sam.
"This your manufacturing, Mrs. L.?"
Flora shook her head.—"I was not going to disgrace the national dish by compounding it of such materials."