Bernick.
At your service, Mr. Vigeland.
Vigeland.
I only want to know if you agree with me that the Palm Tree ought to sail to-morrow?
Bernick.
Yes—I thought that was settled.
Vigeland.
But the captain has just come to tell me that the storm-signals have been hoisted.
Krap.
The barometer has fallen rapidly since this morning.
Bernick.
Indeed? Is a storm threatening?
Vigeland.
A stiff breeze at any rate; but not a contrary wind; quite the reverse
Bernick.
H'm; what do you say, then?
Vigeland.
I say, as I said to the captain, that the Palm Tree is in the hands of Providence. And besides, she is only going over the North Sea to begin with; and freights are pretty high in England just now, so that
Bernick.
Yes, it would probably mean a loss if we delayed.
