"I beg your pardon," said he, "but are you a kinswoman of Mr.Annesley's ?" "I am his sister, sir." "Then I'll have to ask you to step on board, ma'am.

You may dismiss that rascal, and one of my boats shall put you ashore." He stepped some way down the ladder to meet her and she took his hand with trepidation, while the _Albemarle's_ crew leaned over and taunted the cursing waterman.
"There--that will do, my man.

I don't allow swearing here.
Steady, ma'am, that's right; and now give us a hand, youngster." "Is--is he ill ?" Mrs.Wesley stammered.
"Who?
Mr.Annesley?
Not to my knowledge, ma'am." "Then he is on board?
We heard he had taken passage with you." "Why, so he did; and, what's more, to the best of my knowledge, he sailed.

It's a serious matter, ma'am, and we're all at our wits' ends over it; but the fact is--Mr.Annesley has disappeared.".