I believe, by looking in your eyes, that you love me; and I believe--I know--that in time I should love you greatly in return.
But you must pardon that which I am going to say.

Sir, I cannot help loving best those who have dealt lovingly with me all my life.

I was homesick--" he broke off, as a lump rose in this throat.
"You shall go home," said Captain Salt.
Still holding his hand, Tristram stared at him incredulously.
"Why should you doubt me, my son?
Do you think I despise those feelings, or can neglect them?
No; I honour them, though bitterly regretting that, as fate has willed it, they can never be entertained for me." "Don't say that, my father." "Why should I blink the truth ?" Captain Salt turned and brushed away a fictitious tear.

"No, Tristram; you shall go back to those you love better.

I only ask you to be patient for a few days; for, indeed, I have but a certain amount of influence with those who enlisted you to-day against your will.