CHAPTER XXI.
THE CONFERENCE BETWEEN THE UNCLE AND NEPHEW, AND THE ALARM.
Meanwhile Charles Holland had taken his uncle by the arm, and led him into a private room.
“Dear uncle,” he said, “be seated, and I will explain everything without reserve.”
“Seated!—nonsense! I’ll walk about,” said the admiral. “D—n me! I’ve no patience to be seated, and very seldom had or have. Go on now, you young scamp.”
“Well—well; you abuse me, but I am quite sure, had you been in my situation, you would have acted precisely as I have done.”
“No, I shouldn’t.”
“Well, but, uncle—”
“Don’t think to come over me by calling me uncle. Hark you, Charles—from this moment I won’t be your uncle any more.”
“Very well, sir.”
“It ain’t very well. And how dare you, you buccaneer, call me sir, eh? I say, how dare you
