Capt. But perhaps your exalted rank dazzles her.
Sir J. You think it does?
Capt. I can hardly say; but she is a modest girl, and her social position is far below your own. It may be that she feels she is not worthy of you.
Sir J. That is really a very sensible suggestion, and displays more knowledge of human nature than I had given you credit for.
Capt. See, she comes. If your lordship would kindly reason with her, and assure her, officially, that it is a standing rule at the Admiralty that love levels all ranks, her respect for an official utterance might induce her to look upon your offer in its proper light.
Sir J. It is not unlikely. I will adopt your suggestion. But soft, she is here. Let us withdraw, and watch our opportunity.
Enter Josephine from cabin. Sir Joseph retires up and watches her.
Scena.—Josephine.
The hours creep on apace,