When Maurice was about to say good-night at the cabin door, he made the first allusion to what had brought them together.
"I shall pension Bailey," he said.

"His last good deed blots out all his misdoings." "What good deed ?" "Frightening you." "He did not frighten me." "Frightening Mrs.Costello then.

It comes to the same thing in the end.
But why did not you send for your cousin, Mr.Wynter ?" "Ask mamma." "I have something more interesting to ask her." Mrs.Costello knew tolerably well, when Lucia kissed her that night, what had happened.

She said nothing audibly, but in her heart there was a _Nunc Dimittis_ sung thankfully; and in spite of the sea, she fell asleep over it.

The night was as calm as it could be, and Maurice, who had no inclination for sleep or for the presence of the crowd below, spent most of it on deck.