"Set of wrong 'uns, those chaps, even though Mr.Grex is a Grand Duke.

You know Sir Henry Hunterleys, don't you ?" Hunterleys came forward from the gangway, at the foot of which the pinnace was waiting.
"We are taking Monsieur Douaille ashore," Richard explained, as the two men shook hands.

"He really doesn't belong to that gang and he wants to cut adrift.

You understand my orders exactly, captain ?" he asked, as they stepped down the iron gangway.
"Perfectly, sir," was the prompt reply.

"You may rely upon me.