The brandy and water was brought, and Ted making a polite bow to the company, passed down the room with a slight tremor of the hornpipe in his legs, and a faint trill of the tune on his lips, both of which melted gradually into a bearish grunt and roll as he reached the lobby and passed out into the garden.
Hastening to a stately date-palm, of which there happened to be only one specimen in the garden of the French residence, the heated seaman pushed off his head, wiped his brow, drank the brandy and water, and threw away the tumbler, after which he sat down on a root, mechanically pulled out his pipe, and was in the act of filling it when Colonel Langley came hurriedly forwards.
"Why, Flaggan," he asked, "what's wrong? for something must be, to induce your strange conduct."
"Lord Exmouth, sir," replied Ted, rising up with an air of dignified importance which the elevated snout of the boar tended sadly to impair, "is in the offing with fifty sail o' the line, more or less, comin' to blow this precious city into the middle of next week."
"Come, Flaggan, let us have it without jesting," said the consul gravely.
Thereupon Ted related in as serious a tone as it was possible for him to assume all that had been told by the Padre Giovanni.
