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Captain Debriseau, you will acknowledge, I trust, that laws are made for the benefit of all parties, high and low, rich and poor?" "Granted." "You'll allow also, that law-makers should not be lawbreakers; and that if they are so, they cannot expect that others will regard what they disregard themselves." "Granted also."
"Very true," said Debriseau; "it shows the folly of men attempting to make laws for their masters." "Is it not shocking," continued McElvina, "to reflect upon the conduct of the magistrate, who has just sentenced perhaps four or five unhappy wretches to a dungeon for an offence against these laws? He leaves the seat of Justice, and returns to the bosom of his family.
"I think I had better not understand French," said McElvina, aside to Debriseau; then turning to the Frenchman, with a grave face, and air of incomprehension, "What did you say, sir?" "Ah! you are Inglishman. You not speak French?" McElvina shook his head, and began to puff away his cigar.
On the following day, Captain Debriseau accompanied Willy to the pension, where our hero remained nearly five months, occasionally visited by the Guernsey captain, when he returned from his smuggling trips, and more rarely receiving a letter from McElvina, who had safely landed his cargo, and was latterly at Havre, superintending the fitting out of his new vessel.
Had Willy been as learned in mythology as Captain Debriseau, he might have informed him that he had served in that capacity in his last situation under Mr Bullock; but although the names, as appertaining to a ship, were not unknown to him, yet the attributes of the respective parties were a part of his education that old Adams had omitted.
"But what have you got there, Mac?" said Debriseau, pointing with his pipe to our hero, who sat on the leathern sofa, rolled up in his uncouth attire; "is it a bear, or a boy?" "A boy, that I picked up from a wreck. I am thinking what I shall do with him he is a smart, bold lad." "By Jupiter," rejoined Debriseau, "I'll make him my Ganymede, till he grows older."
McDermot, the Irish leader, had just gained the mastery of Debriseau, bestriding his body and strangling him, with his fingers so fixed in his throat that they seemed deeply to have entered into the flesh.
Willy, who was tired out with the extreme mental and bodily exertion that he had undergone, gave no answer to McElvina's injunction, except a loud snore, which satisfied the captain that his caution in this instance was not heard. "Well," said Debriseau, after a short pause, "how long did this honest fit last?" "What do you mean? how long did it last?
There cannot be one law for the rich and another for the poor, Debriseau.
"Ah," said Debriseau, laughing, "he thinks his mamma is giving him his tea." "The lying little rascal told me this morning that he had no mother. Have you a mother, or do you tell fibs in your sleep as well as awake? `Be honest." The last words that Willy had heard repeated so often during the day not only unsealed his eyes, but recalled to his recollection where he was.
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