Charles then sought the admiral, whom he found with his hands behind him, pacing to and fro in one of the long walks of the garden, evidently in a very unsettled state of mind. When Charles appeared, he quickened his pace, and looked in such a state of unusual perplexity that it was quite ridiculous to observe him. “I suppose, uncle, you have made up your mind thoroughly by this time?” “Well, I don’t know that.” “Why, you have had long enough surely to think over it. I have not troubled you soon.” “Well, I cannot exactly say you have, but, somehow or another, I don’t think very fast, and I have an unfortunate propensity after a time of coming exactly round to where I began.” “Then, to tell the truth, uncle, you can come to no sort of conclusion.” “Only one.” “And what may that be?” “Why, that you are right in one thing, Charles, which is, that having sent a challenge to this fellow of a vampyre, you must fight him.” “I suspect that that is a conclusion you had from the first, uncle?” “Why so?” “Because it is an obvious and a natural one. All your doubts, and trouble, and perplexities, have been to try and find some excuse for not entertaining that opinion, and now that you really find it in vain to make it, I trust that you will accede as you first promised to do, and not seek by any means to thwart me.” “I will not thwart you, my boy, although in my opinion you ought not to fight with a vampyre.” “Never mind that. We cannot urge that as a valid excuse, so long as he chooses to deny being one. And after all, if he be really wrongfully suspected, you must admit that he is a very injured man.” “Injured!—nonsense. If he is not a vampyre, he’s some other out-of-the-way sort of fish, you may depend. He’s the oddest-looking fellow ever I came across in all my born days, ashore or afloat.” “Is he?” “Yes, he is; and yet, when I come to look at the thing again, in my mind, some droll sights that I have seen come across my memory. The sea is the place for wonders and for mysteries. Why, we see more in a day and a night there, than you landsmen could contrive to make a whole twelvemonth’s wonder of.” “But you never saw a vampyre, uncle?” “Well, I don’t know that. I didn’t know anything about vampyres till I came here; but that was my ignorance, you know. There might have been lots of vampyres where I’ve been, for all I know.” “Oh, certainly; but as regards this duel, will you wait now until to-morrow morning, before you take any further steps in the matter?” “Till to-morrow morning?” “Yes, uncle.” “Why, only a little while ago, you were all eagerness to have something done off-hand.” “Just so; but now I have a particular reason for waiting until to-morrow morning.” “Have you? Well, as you please, boy—as you please. Have everything your own way.” “You are very kind, uncle; and now I have another favour to ask of you.” “What is it?”