'Noble way. We've taken a fine royal breeze right abeam. It's hit our heels to a hair.'
I looked at him as he spoke, and observed a certain dulness in his countenance. The arch expression was gone out of his eyes, and if they seemed merry it was through their blue glitter, not their spirit. It may have been his face which made me ask:
'Was anything more seen of the ghost during the night?'
'No, miss,' he answered abruptly.
'It was no ghost, Miss Marie,' exclaimed my old nurse. 'Why, as Mr. Owen justly says, you can't have no better ingredients for a spectre than moonshine and the moving shadows of rigging.'
'For such a noodle as the fellow that saw the thing,' said the doctor, with a half-glance of interest and speculation at the captain.
'You're not going to get correct likenesses of living people out of moonshine and shadow,' said the captain.
'Why, yes, out of light and shade merely, captain,' said Mr. Owen. 'What else would you do work with in pencil or crayon?'
'I wonder you can be so silly, Edward,' said Mrs. Burke.