And then he had confidence, that brave Sand, and if confidence does not command itself, at least it commands.
"d**k, my dear child, my captain," said Mrs. Weldon, holding out her hand to the young novice.
"Ah! Mrs. Weldon," exclaimed d**k Sand, smiling, "you disobey your captain. You return on deck, you leave your cabin in spite of his--prayers."
"Yes, I disobey you," replied Mrs. Weldon; "but I have, as it were, a presentiment that the tempest is going down or is going to become calm."
"It is becoming calm, in fact, Mrs. Weldon," replied the novice. "You are not mistaken. The barometer has not fallen since yesterday. The wind has moderated, and I have reason to believe that our hardest trials are over."
"Heaven hears you, d**k. All! you have suffered much, my poor child! You have don
