38 THE SHIPWRECK,

with, Saint Ague withdrew, and left the count to his contem-
plations. These, however, were any thing but agreeable.
The young sailor, now standing on the deck, was slightly
made, and negligently and somewhat raggedly dressed,
and in other respects seemed as if he were not accustomed
to his present situation. It was Philip Merville. The
count felt that his hatred was yet as violent as ever; he
cursed the chance that had thrown his enemy again across
his path, and he was on the point of entreating his uncle
to remove Philip Merville to some other vessel, but he
feared that he might be called on for explanations he would
not wish to make, and also leave room for his enemy to
suppose that his presence or his absence was a matter of
consequence to Count D’Estaing.

“No,” said he, “let him stay ! the discipline of a man-
of-war will perhaps cure him of his audacity, and teach
him to submit to authority.”

Such was the result of the secret cogitations of the
count. At first the paleness and subdued expression of
Philip’s countenance had moved him to compassion ; but
finding that his enemy had recognized him, by the con-
temptuous and defying glances he from time to time di-
rected at him, he soon resolved to break down the flery
haughtiness of this insolent seaman.