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"
Number
6
!
"
repeated
the
steward
.
"
Certainly
;
and
your
name
,
what
is
it
?
"
"
Olbinett
.
"
"
Well
,
Olbinett
,
my
friend
,
we
must
think
of
breakfast
,
and
that
pretty
quickly
.
It
is
thirty-six
hours
since
I
have
had
anything
to
eat
,
or
rather
thirty-six
hours
that
I
have
been
asleep
--
pardonable
enough
in
a
man
who
came
all
the
way
,
without
stopping
,
from
Paris
to
Glasgow
.
What
is
the
breakfast
hour
?
"
"
Nine
o'clock
,
"
replied
Olbinett
,
mechanically
.
The
stranger
tried
to
pull
out
his
watch
to
see
the
time
;
but
it
was
not
till
he
had
rummaged
through
the
ninth
pocket
that
he
found
it
.
"
Ah
,
well
,
"
he
said
,
"
it
is
only
eight
o'clock
at
present
.
Fetch
me
a
glass
of
sherry
and
a
biscuit
while
I
am
waiting
,
for
I
am
actually
falling
through
sheer
inanition
.
"
Olbinett
heard
him
without
understanding
what
he
meant
for
the
voluble
stranger
kept
on
talking
incessantly
,
flying
from
one
subject
to
another
.
"
The
captain
?
Is
n't
the
captain
up
yet
?
And
the
chief
officer
?
What
is
he
doing
?
Is
he
asleep
still
?
It
is
fine
weather
,
fortunately
,
and
the
wind
is
favorable
,
and
the
ship
goes
all
alone
.
"
Just
at
that
moment
John
Mangles
appeared
at
the
top
of
the
stairs
.
