Set a course for the Virgen Magra.

We'll go ashore, and settle things from there.

And tell them to fetch that milksop Ogeron to the cabin." Levasseur went back to the adoring lady.
Thither, too, the lady's brother was presently conducted.

The Captain rose to receive him, bending his stalwart height to avoid striking the cabin roof with his head.

Mademoiselle rose too.
"Why this ?" she asked Levasseur, pointing to her brother's pinioned wrists--the remains of Cahusac's precautions.
"I deplore it," said he.