“Then why did you say he was a clergyman?” pursued Emily.

The mate looked as puzzled as she did. “Well, he was Rector of Roseau, wasn’t he? And B.A. , B.D. ? Anyway, he was Rector until the new Governor listened to some cock-and-bull story against him, and made him resign. He was the best preacher they ever had⁠—he’d have been a Bishop one day, if someone hadn’t slandered him to the Governor!”

“Otto!” called the captain in a conciliatory voice. “Come over here, I want to speak to you.”