I resolved to leave immediately, lest she should see me and discover that I had told her a falsehood; but they appeared so intimate that I became so jealous I could not quit the theatre.

At last she perceived me, and beckoned her hand; I looked very angry, and left the theatre cursing like a madman.

It appeared that she pointed me out to the captain, and asked him who I was; he told her my real situation on board, and spoke of me with contempt.

She asked whether I was not a man of family; at this the captain and first lieutenant both burst out laughing, and said that I was a common sailor who had been promoted to a higher rank for good behaviour--not exactly an officer, and anything but a gentleman.

In short, Mr Simple, I was _blown upon_, and, although the captain said more than was correct, as I learnt afterwards through the officers, still I deserved it.
Determined to know the worst, I remained outside till the opera was over, when I saw her come out, the captain and first lieutenant walking with the party--so that I could not speak with her.