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Just
at
this
moment
Glenarvan
and
John
Mangles
were
summoned
to
the
saloon
where
breakfast
,
which
they
so
sorely
needed
,
was
awaiting
them
.
They
seated
themselves
at
the
table
and
spoke
no
more
of
Ayrton
.
But
after
the
meal
was
over
,
and
the
guests
were
refreshed
and
invigorated
,
and
they
all
went
upon
deck
,
Glenarvan
acquainted
them
with
the
fact
of
the
quartermaster
's
presence
on
board
,
and
at
the
same
time
announced
his
intention
of
having
him
brought
before
them
.
"
May
I
beg
to
be
excused
from
being
present
at
his
examination
?
"
said
Lady
Helena
.
"
I
confess
,
dear
Edward
,
it
would
be
extremely
painful
for
me
to
see
the
wretched
man
"
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"
He
must
be
confronted
with
us
,
Helena
,
"
replied
Lord
Glenarvan
;
"
I
beg
you
will
stay
.
Ben
Joyce
must
see
all
his
victims
face
to
face
.
"
Lady
Helena
yielded
to
his
wish
.
Mary
Grant
sat
beside
her
,
near
Glenarvan
.
All
the
others
formed
a
group
round
them
,
the
whole
party
that
had
been
compromised
so
seriously
by
the
treachery
of
the
convict
.
The
crew
of
the
yacht
,
without
understanding
the
gravity
of
the
situation
,
kept
profound
silence
.
"
Bring
Ayrton
here
,
"
said
Glenarvan
.
AYRTON
came
.
He
crossed
the
deck
with
a
confident
tread
,
and
mounted
the
steps
to
the
poop
.
His
eyes
were
gloomy
,
his
teeth
set
,
his
fists
clenched
convulsively
.
His
appearance
betrayed
neither
effrontery
nor
timidity
.
When
he
found
himself
in
the
presence
of
Lord
Glenarvan
he
folded
his
arms
and
awaited
the
questions
calmly
and
silently
.
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"
Ayrton
,
"
said
Glenarvan
,
"
here
we
are
then
,
you
and
us
,
on
this
very
Duncan
that
you
wished
to
deliver
into
the
hands
of
the
convicts
of
Ben
Joyce
.
"
The
lips
of
the
quartermaster
trembled
slightly
and
a
quick
flush
suffused
his
impassive
features
.
Not
the
flush
of
remorse
,
but
of
shame
at
failure
.
On
this
yacht
which
he
thought
he
was
to
command
as
master
,
he
was
a
prisoner
,
and
his
fate
was
about
to
be
decided
in
a
few
seconds
.
However
,
he
made
no
reply
.
Glenarvan
waited
patiently
.
But
Ayrton
persisted
in
keeping
absolute
silence
.