San Miniato did not possess that peculiar and common form of vanity which makes a man sensitive about doing badly what he has never learned to do at all.

He laughed when Ruggiero advised him to luff a little, and he did as he was told.

But Ruggiero came aft and perched himself on the stern in order to be at hand in case his master committed another flagrant breach of seamanship.
"You will certainly take us to the bottom of the bay instead of to Tragara," observed the Marchesa languidly.

"But then at least my discomforts will be over for ever.

Of course there is no lemonade on board.