I'll put him to it this minute." He laid the moaning girl on the sofa, ordered his servants to admit nobody into the house, and drove at once to Mayfair.
He called at Miss Somerset's house, saw Polly, and questioned her.
He drove home again, and came into the drawing-room looking as he had been seen to look when fighting his ship; but his daughter had never seen him so.

"My girl," said he, solemnly, "there's nothing for you to do but to be brave, and hide your grief as well as you can, for the man is unworthy of your love.

That coward spoke the truth.

He is there at this moment." "Oh, papa! papa! let me die! The world is too wicked for me.

Let me die!" "Die for an unworthy object?
For shame! Go to your own room, my girl, and pray to your God to help you, since your mother has left us.