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Captain Acton easily perceived what was happening, and might as easily have guessed what was to come. The Admiral was as perceptive as his friend, and as reserved.,"What'll I tell Mr. Ringold?" asked Billy as he turned to go.,He was on deck early in the morning. Daybreak had turned ashen the surface of the sea. The wind was a steady breeze, and the Minorca crowded with every cloth she carried saving her stun-sails, plunged, and pitched, and frothed, and foamed in prodigious fine style as she was swept onwards by the wind that was a point abaft the beam. The sun rose in wet pink splendour on the larboard quarter, and by his light, which threw out the sea-line like the crystal rim of a tumbler against the heavens which were full of travelling clouds, Mr Lawrence swept with his glass the whole brimming circle. There was nothing in sight.,"It is a noble life," said Lucy. "But it must be nobly lived.","Is Miss Acton eating her dinner?",After a pause, during which he carefully scrutinised the vessel, "She has every appearance of being a frigate," the Admiral answered.,"The Minorca!" shouted Captain Acton. "The day before yesterday! And you received a young lady from her?",Scarcely was the ensign blowing from its halliards when the brig fired a second shot, and as the passage of the Aurora and the shifting of her helm had brought the brig's trysail-gaff into view the schooner's crew saw the French flag streaming from the end of it.,"Is he tol'able well-to-do?" Mrs. Keeler asked.,* * * * *,He made another of his bows, and Mr[Pg 137] Lawrence saluting him with a slight smile and a lifted hat, passed on.,CHAPTER IX MR GREYQUILL'S VISIT.