“The inconceivable young bearess!” thought Lord Dazzleright, but to her he said—“I am very sorry, Miss Brande, I did not know your rule.” “Sir, the rule was not one of my making; it was not I who wrote—‘Thou shalt keep holy the Sabbath day.’” “I beg pardon—pray forgive me,” said the Baron very humbly. “Ask pardon, sir, of Him whose commandment you have set at naught.” “The exasperating young Barbarian! I wonder if I should have got a sharper sermon on Sabbath-breaking, or received a better lesson on humility, in any chapel in London,” said the Baron to himself. “Is there any thing else to come on board?” asked Barbara. “To-day?—no, Miss Brande.” “To-morrow, then?” “Yes, Miss Brande, there are Lord Montressor’s trunks.” “Well, suppose that you just permit Lord Montressor’s servants to complete this business of transportation. I think they understand the work better, and will get through it sooner,” said Barbara bluntly turning away. “Miss Brande,” exclaimed Dazzleright, going after her, “I was presented to you by our mutual friend, Lord Montressor. My character and position are not unknown to you. I hope, in addition to that, you believe me to be an honest and well-meaning man. I trust therefore that you will not be offended when I confess to you, that the great esteem and respect with which you have inspired me, brings me daily to the Petrel. If there were any more regular way of approaching you, I should gladly avail myself of it—as it is—I am forced to this, hoping to cultivate your acquaintance.” “With what view?” inquired Barbara, coolly turning and facing him. “With the view that we may become better friends, Miss Brande.” “You are mad,” said Barbara, walking away and leaving him to digest this “flat.” “I AM!” exclaimed Dazzleright, in a rage, as he went to the starboard gangway and beckoned the waterman to bring his boat alongside. As he descended into that boat he heard her clear ringing voice—commanding— “Willful! call all hands on deck. I am going to read the Morning Service.” “Umph! Umph! oh-h-h!” muttered Lord Dazzleright, in a succession of inward grunts. “What a young barbarian! Excepting that she seems an orthodox Christian, she is a most unmitigated young savage! She appears to have no more appreciation of social advantages than a swordfish—which in character she resembles! Did the young Vandal know that a possibility—a mere possibility was hinted—that she might become Lady Dazzleright?” So angry was the Baron, that on landing, he went straight to Lord Montressor and informed him that his lordship’s servants would have to see to the embarkation of the remainder of the baggage. And from that day, Lord Dazzleright went no more with box or bundle to the Petrel.