The room into which the admiral was shewn had green blinds to it, and they were all drawn down. It is true that the sun was shining brightly outside, although transiently, but still a strange green tinge was thrown over everything in the room, and more particularly did it appear to fall upon the face of Varney, converting his usually sallow countenance into a still more hideous and strange colour. He was sitting upon a couch, and, when the admiral came in, he rose, and said, in a deep-toned voice, extremely different to that he usually spoke in,—
“My humble home is much honoured, sir, by your presence in it.”
“Good morning,” said the admiral. “I have come to speak to you, sir, rather seriously.”
“However abrupt this announcement may sound to me,” said Varney, “I am quite sure I shall al
