"Yes."
"Why Penzance?"
"To get married at a church in that district."
"Who was going to marry ye?"
"A cousin of mine, the Reverend Frank Howe, of course, after we had fulfilled the confounded legal conditions which obstruct young people like ourselves in England."
"And what are the legal conditions? It's so long since I was married that I forget 'em," said the captain.
"Residence, as it is called; then the consent of her ladyship, as Miss Bellassys is under age."
"But she isn't going to consent, is she?"
"How can she refuse after our association in the yacht—and here?"
It took him some time to understand; he then shut one eye and said, "I see."