"Pray finish your song," said Miss Lydia.

"It interests me greatly!" The sailor leaned toward her, and said, in a very low tone, "I don't give the _rimbecco_ to anybody!" "The what ?" The sailor, without replying, began to whistle.
"I have caught you admiring our Mediterranean, Miss Nevil," said Orso, coming toward her.

"You must allow you never see a moon like this anywhere else!" "I was not looking at it, I was altogether occupied in studying Corsican.

That sailor, who has been singing a most tragic dirge, stopped short at the most interesting point." The sailor bent down, as if to see the compass more clearly, and tugged sharply at Miss Nevil's fur cloak.

It was quite evident his lament could not be sung before Lieutenant Orso.
"What were you singing, Paolo France ?" said Orso.