I must not by this be understood to imply anything against him.
It remained, however, that Miss Bishop was a young woman and a lady; and in the latitude into which Lord Julian had strayed this was a phenomenon sufficiently rare to command attention.

On his side, with his title and position, his personal grace and the charm of a practised courtier, he bore about him the atmosphere of the great world in which normally he had his being--a world that was little more than a name to her, who had spent most of her life in the Antilles.

It is not therefore wonderful that they should have been attracted to each other before the Royal Mary was warped out of St.Nicholas.Each could tell the other much upon which the other desired information.

He could regale her imagination with stories of St.James's--in many of which he assigned himself a heroic, or at least a distinguished part--and she could enrich his mind with information concerning this new world to which he had come.
Before they were out of sight of St.Nicholas they were good friends, and his lordship was beginning to correct his first impressions of her and to discover the charm of that frank, straightforward attitude of comradeship which made her treat every man as a brother.

Considering how his mind was obsessed with the business of his mission, it is not wonderful that he should have come to talk to her of Captain Blood.
Indeed, there was a circumstance that directly led to it.
"I wonder now," he said, as they were sauntering on the poop, "if you ever saw this fellow Blood, who was at one time on your uncle's plantations as a slave." Miss Bishop halted.