Drying her eyes, she curtsied to the vice-governatore and the podesta and then answered the question.
"Signori," she said, "it is a relief to meet countrymen and old acquaintances on board this strange ship; and I look to you for protection.

I do not call it strange or evil company for an orphan niece to be on the water with her uncle and one that has ever been a father to her." "Ah--sure enough, vice-governatore, this is Carlo Giuntotardi, the uncle; and the man who dwells so much with the saints, even on earth, that he seldom speaks to a sinner.

But thou knowest, little Ghita, that one of thy watermen is no less a person that Raoul Yvard, the wickedest corsair that sails out of France, and the pest and persecution of the whole Italian coast?
Did the church condescend to notice such an unbelieving republican, it would be to command all its faithful to unite in their prayers for his destruction." "Raoul Yvard!" repeated Ghita, with sufficient astonishment in her manner to satisfy any reasonable amount of wonder on the part of the other.

"Are you certain, Signor Podesta, of the truth of what you say ?" "As certain as the confession of the party himself can make us." "Confession, Signore!" "Si, bella Ghita; confession--your boatman--your man of Capri--your lazzarone confesses himself to be neither more nor less than the commander of that worker of iniquity, le Feu-Follet." "Does le Feu-Follet do more than other cruisers of the enemy ?"--but Ghita felt she was getting to be indiscreet, and she ceased.
"I do believe, Winchester," said Cuffe, "that this is the very girl, and yonder is the very old man who came into Nelson's cabin to-day with something to say about the poor prince who was executed this afternoon!" "What could such people have in common with the unfortunate Caraccioli ?" "Sure enough--yet these are the people.

The Queen of the Fleet--our Lady Admiraless--had it all to herself; and what passed between them, in Italian, I know no more than if it had been in Greek.