"Come you - all of you - aboard my ship," Don Miguel invited them,
and strode out.
They went, of course. For one thing the Spaniard had force to compel
them; for another a ship which he announced to be sinking offered
them little inducement to remain. They stayed no longer than was
necessary to enable Miss Bishop to collect some spare articles of
dress and my lord to snatch up his valise.
As for the survivors in that ghastly shambles that had been the Royal
Mary, they were abandoned by the Spaniards to their own resources.
Let them take to the boats, and if those did not suffice them, let
them swim or drown. If Lord Julian and Miss Bishop were retained, it
was because Don Miguel perceived their obvious value. He received
them in his cabin with great urbanity. Urbanely he desired to have
the honour of being acquainted with their names.
Lord Julian, sick with horror of the spectacle he had just witnessed,
commanded himself with difficulty to supply them. Then haughtily he
demanded to know in his turn the name of their aggressor.
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