And then, by favor of the parlor-maid--for they kept neither butler nor footman now--I saw the Lord Castlewood, sitting at his ease, with a glass of port-wine before him, and my sweet mistress (the Captain's wife, and your mother, if you understand, miss) doing her very best, thinking of her children, to please him and make the polite to him.

To me he seemed very much to be thawing to her--if you can understand, miss, what my meaning is--and the Captain was looking at them with a smile, as if it were just what he had hoped for.

From my own eyesight I can contradict the lies put about by nobody knows who, that the father and the son were at hot words even then.
"And I even heard my master, when they went out at the door, vainly persuading his father to take such a bed as they could offer him.
And good enough it would have been for ten lords; for I saw nothing wonderful in him, nor fit to compare any way with the Captain.

But he would not have it, for no other reason of ill-will or temper, but only because he had ordered his bed at the Moonstock Inn, where his coach and four were resting.
"'I expect you to call me in the morning, George,' I heard him say, as clear as could be, while his son was helping his coat on.

'I am glad I have seen you.