What's your opinion, Admiral Blue, consarning this cruise of the Pretender's son, up in the Highlands of Scotland ?" Bluewater gave a quick, distrustful glance at the steward, for he knew that the fellow was half his time in the outer cabin and pantries of the Plantagenet, and he could not tell how much of his many private dialogues with Sir Gervaise, might have been overheard.

Meeting with nothing but the unmeaning expression of one half-seas-over, his uneasiness instantly subsided.
"I think it a gallant enterprise, Galleygo," he answered; too manly even to feign what he did not believe; "but I fear as a _cruise_, it will not bring much prize-money.

You have forgotten you were about to tell me how the land lies.

Sir Wycherly, Mr.Dutton, Mr.Rotherham, are still at the table, I fancy--are these all?
What have become of the two young gentlemen ?" "There's none ashore, sir," said Galleygo, promptly, accustomed to give that appellation only to midshipmen.
"I mean the two Mr.Wychecombes; one of whom, I had forgot, is actually an officer." "Yes, sir, and a most partic'lar fine officer he is, as every body says.
Well, sir, _he's_ with the ladies; while his namesake has gone back to the table, and has put luff upon luff, to fetch up leeway." "And the ladies--what have they done with themselves, in this scene of noisy revelry ?" "They'se in yonder state-room, your honour.

As soon as they found how the ship was heading, like all women-craft, they both makes for the best harbour they could run into.