And since this is the first night I have spent from home--" "My poor boy! Doubtless, too, you were brooding on what would happen to-morrow morning." "Say rather on what happened this morning," corrected Tristram, his thoughts reverting to Sophia.
"But surely the prospect of to-morrow's punishment--" "Oh, will there be a punishment to-morrow ?" "Why, you kicked a sergeant from one end of his Majesty's ship to the other! Did you imagine you could do that with impunity ?" "I assure you he deserved it." "Nevertheless, you would have been flogged on deck to-morrow had I not come with a pardon." "You astonish me: and really you have been very kind to me.
Still, it would have been quite unjust." Captain Salt regarded his son quietly for a moment or two.

In truth he was somewhat staggered by this simplicity.
"You wish to escape from this service ?" he asked.
"I dislike it more and more.

Besides--" "Tell me your desires; for, believe me, my son, I have no dearer wish than to further them." Tristram held out a hand and took his father's.
"Forgive me, sir, for my coldness just now.

Remember that I had never seen, had scarcely heard of, you before.

You are very good to me.