Now, in the sword-handle of Perseus, as it is called, are set two clusters of gems, by trying to count which the Captain had, before now, amused himself for hours together.

He was about to make another attempt, and in fact had reached fifty-six, when he felt a light touch on his elbow.
He faced quickly round.

Behind him, on the balcony, stood his daughter.
"Don't be angry," she entreated in a whisper.

"I heard you come up.
I couldn't sleep until I saw you." He looked at her sternly.

Her feet were bare, and she wore but a dark cloak over her night-rail.