As for the rest of you," he concluded, as Monsieur Douaille rose promptly to his feet, "I have a little business to arrange on land which I think I could manage better whilst you are at sea.

I shall therefore, gentlemen, wish you good evening.

Pray consider my yacht entirely at your disposal.

My stewards will be only too happy to execute any orders--supper, breakfast, or dinner.

You have merely to say the word." He turned towards the door, closely followed by Douaille, who, in a state of great excitement, refused to listen to Selingman's entreaties.
"No, no!" the former objected, shaking his head.