“But he couldn’t have married himself himself if he wasn’t,” argued Edward. “Could he?”

The mate heaved a sigh.

“But the English Church aren’t like that nowadays,” he said. “They’re all against us.”

“I should think not, indeed!” pronounced Rachel slowly, in a deep indignant voice. “He was a very wicked man!”

“He was a most respectable person,” replied the mate severely, “and a wonderful pathetic preacher!⁠—You may take it they were chagrined at Roseau, when they heard St. Eustatius had got him!”

Captain Jonsen had lashed the wheel, and came up, his face piteous with distress.