But that was not the moment to allow himself to be cast down.

Dick Sand had said all that to himself.

Mrs.
Weldon found him as energetic as he had ever been.
And then he had confidence, that brave Sand, and if confidence does not command itself, at least it commands.
"Dick, my dear child, my captain," said Mrs.Weldon, holding out her hand to the young novice.
"Ah! Mrs.Weldon," exclaimed Dick Sand, smiling, "you disobey your captain.

You return on deck, you leave your cabin in spite of his--prayers." "Yes, I disobey you," replied Mrs.Weldon; "but I have, as it were, a presentiment that the tempest is going down or is going to become calm." "It is becoming calm, in fact, Mrs.Weldon," replied the novice.

"You are not mistaken.