that Miss Grant is more in her place on the poop than reefing a topsail.
But for all that, I am quite flattered by her remarks."

"And especially when she admires the DUNCAN," replied Glenarvan.

"Well, really," said Lady Glenarvan, "you are so proud of your yacht
that you make me wish to look all over it; and I should like to go
down and see how our brave men are lodged."

"Their quarters are first-rate," replied John, "they are as comfortable
as if they were at home."

"And they really are at home, my dear Helena,"
said Lord Glenarvan. "This yacht is a portion of our old Caledonia,
a fragment of Dumbartonshire, making a voyage by special favor,
so that in a manner we are still in our own country.
The DUNCAN is Malcolm Castle, and the ocean is Loch Lomond."

"Very well, dear Edward, do the honors of the Castle then."

"At your service, madam; but let me tell Olbinett first."

The steward of the yacht was an excellent _maitre d'hotel_,
and might have been French for his airs of importance, but for all
that he discharged his functions with zeal and intelligence.

"Olbinett," said his master, as he appeared in answer to
his summons, "we are going to have a turn before breakfast.
I hope we shall find it ready when we come back."