Five minutes will bring us the Great Luminary, as our minister used to call him." Ithuel had descended from the bulwark while speaking; and he now went aft in quest of a glass, returning to his old station, bringing two of the instruments; one of which he handed to his commander, while he kept the other himself.

In another minute both had levelled their glasses at the stranger, whom each surveyed attentively, for some time, in profound silence.
"_Pardie_!" exclaimed Raoul, "that ensign is the tri-color, or my eyes are untrue to my own country.

Let me see, Etooell; what ship of forty-two, or forty-four, has the republic on this coast ?" "Not _that_, Monsieur Yvard," answered Ithuel, with a manner so changed, and an emphasis so marked, as at once to draw his companion's attention from the frigate to his own countenance; "not _that_, Monsieur Capitaing.

It is not easy for a bird to forget the cage in which he was shut up for two years; if that is not the accursed Proserpine, I have forgotten the cut of my own jib!" "La Proserpine!" repeated Raoul, who was familiar with his shipmate's adventures, and did not require to be told his meaning; "if you are not mistaken, Etooell, le Feu-Follet needs put her lantern under a shade.
This is only a forty, if I can count her ports." "I care nothing for ports or guns; it is the Proserpine; and the only harm I wish her is, that she were at the bottom of the ocean.

The Proserpine, thirty-six, Captain Cuffe; though Captain Flog would have been a better name for him.