"No, uncle; but you know young ladies are very delicate."
"And ain't I delicate—shiver my timbers, ain't I delicate? Where is she? that's what I want to know."
"Then you approve of what I have done?"
"You are a young scamp, but you have got some of the old admiral's family blood in you, so don't take any credit for acting like an honest man—you couldn't help it."
"But if I had not so acted," said Charles, with a smile, "what would have become of the family blood, then?"
"What's that to you? I would have disowned you, because that very thing would have convinced me you were an impostor, and did not belong to the family at all."
"Well, that would have been one way of getting over the difficulty."
"No difficulty at all. The man who deserts the good ship that carries him through the waves, or the girl that trusts her heart to him, ought to be chopped up into meat for wild monkeys."
"Well, I think so to."
"Of course you do."