"To own the truth, when I saw you depart it was with the apprehension that we should never enjoy this satisfaction again.

But, like your English Sir Cicero, the second coming may prove even more agreeable than the first." Raoul laughed, and he even had the grace to blush a little; after which he appeared to reflect intensely on some matter of moment.

Smiles struggled round his handsome mouth, and then he suddenly assumed an air of sailor-like frankness and disclosed his passing sensations in words.
"Signor Vice-governatore, I ask the favor of one moment's private conference; Signor Vito Viti, give us leave a single moment, if you please.

I perceive, Signore," continued Raoul, as he and Andrea walked a little aside, "that you have not easily forgotten my little fanfaronade about our English Cicero.

But what will you have ?--we sailors are sent to sea children, and we know little of books.