Lord Dazzleright rendered himself very officious and busy! Never was so zealous and serviceable a friend. He insisted that Sir Parke and Montressor had quite enough business to occupy them on shore, and that he himself should see to the embarkation of their baggage. But Lord Dazzleright, assuredly, proved himself incompetent, or else willfully negligent of his self-assumed duties; for the manner in which he contrived to spread the business of one day over an entire week, was highly exasperating to the prompt and energetic Barbara. For instance, one day he would see a trunk safely on board, and, having done so, would remain on deck by the hour, watching that handsome, falcon-eyed, commanding young Amazon, who had no time to talk to him; who took no notice of him; in short, who cared no more for _him_—Lord Dazzleright—than she did for the old waterman that had brought him to the vessel, or for any other decent poor man. This sort of indifference was something new to the lion of the London salons! It was novel, piquant, provoking, incomprehensible. He mentally termed her a barbarian, without capacity for appreciating a handsome, brilliant Baron of the Exchequer! Nevertheless, upon the pretext of seeing safely on board the vessel some trunk, box, packet or hamper, he visited the Petrel every day. And he was always treated in something like the following cavalier style. Hat in hand, he would step on deck,—where he ever found Barbara busily engaged—and, walking up to her, would say— “Good-morning, Miss Brande! I have brought some boxes belonging to my friend, Sir Parke.” “Good-morning, sir—Willful! here! see to getting up this gentleman’s freight!” and without another word, away she would go to attend to some other matters, in some other part of the vessel—unceremoniously leaving “the observed of all observers” of the fashionable drawing-rooms to bite his nails for vexation on the deck of the vessel. He called her “A savage! positively, a young savage! destitute of the very first principles of civilization!”—notwithstanding which, under the pretense of taking excellent care of some precious piece of baggage or other, he continued his daily visits to the Petrel. Barbara’s patience, that had lasted six days of the week, gave way on the seventh, “which was the Sabbath,” when she saw at the usual hour a boat come alongside, containing Lord Dazzleright and a quarter cask. “Good-morning, Miss Brande,” he said, as he stepped on deck. “This is some pure port wine, for Sir Parke’s own use——” “Good-morning, sir!” said Barbara, shortly—“Willful! see that this wine is got up and stowed away.” Then, turning to Lord Dazzleright, she said, with great severity— “Sir, this is the first time that I have ever received freight on board my vessel upon the Sabbath day, and I hope it will be the last; and I only take it in now rather than send you back with it.”