CHAPTER XXI.
THE CONFERENCE BETWEEN THE UNCLE AND NEPHEW, AND THE ALARM.
[Illustration] Meanwhile Charles Holland had taken his uncle by the arm, and led him into a private room.
"Dear uncle," he said, "be seated, and I will explain everything without reserve." "Seated!--nonsense! I'll walk about," said the admiral.

"D--n me! I've no patience to be seated, and very seldom had or have.

Go on now, you young scamp." "Well--well; you abuse me, but I am quite sure, had you been in my situation, you would have acted precisely as I have done." "No, I shouldn't." "Well, but, uncle--" "Don't think to come over me by calling me uncle.

Hark you, Charles--from this moment I won't be your uncle any more." "Very well, sir." "It ain't very well.

And how dare you, you buccaneer, call me sir, eh?
I say, how dare you ?" "I will call you anything you like." "But I won't be called anything I like.