Oh, father, listen"-- with a swift and pretty impulse she stepped forward, and reaching up her clasped hands laid them on his shoulder--"Tristram--Tristram is very fond of me." "Good Lord!" Captain Jemmy raised a hand to disengage her grasp from his shoulder, but let it fall again.
"He told me so this morning at sunrise," she went on rapidly.

"You see, it was May morning, and I went out to gather the dew, and he was there, in the garden already, and he said--well, he said what I told you; and being so masterful--" "I can't say I've observed that quality in the young man; but no doubt you've had better opportunities of judging." "You shan't talk like that!" she broke out almost fiercely.

It was curious that this girl, who until this moment had always trembled before her father, now began to dominate him by force of her passion.
"Oh, I mustn't, eh?
Devil take the fellow! He tumbles out of one mess into another, and plays skittles with my peace of mind, and in return I'm not allowed a word!" "Father, you will fetch him back ?" "Now, how the--" "But you must." "Indeed!" "Because I love him dearly--there! I have nobody left but you, father." She knelt and caught his hand, exchanging audacity for entreaty in a second.
"Little maid," said her father, with a tenderness as sudden, "get up--your feet must be as cold as ice, on these slates.
Go in, and go to bed." "Let me stay a little.

I can't sleep indoors.

It was so happy this morning, and to-night the trouble is so heavy!" Captain Jemmy vanished into the lumber-room for a moment, and reappeared, tugging an old mattress after him and bearing a tattered window-curtain under his left arm.