Mary Johnston,
By order of the company
“ His tone was offhand, his hat already back upon his head.“I am George Yeardley, at my Lord Carnal’s service,” answered the Governor.The favourite raised his eyebrows. “I don’t need to introduce myself, it seems,” he said. “You’ve found that I am not the devil, after all,—at least not the Spanish Apollyon. Zooks! a hawk above a poultry yard couldn’t have caused a greater commotion than did my poor little ship and my few poor birding pieces! Does every strange sail so put you through your paces?”The Governor’s colour mounted. “We are not at home,” he answered stiffly. ”
