While thus watching, the door of the dining-room (the only down
stairs room in order) opened suddenly, and the Captain came forth.
"Oh, Miss Fosbrook," he said, "please come in here: I was just
coming to look for you. My brother--Miss Fosbrook."
To her surprise, Miss Fosbrook received a very pleasant civil
greeting from a much younger man than she had expected to see,
looking perhaps more stern about the mouth and sharp about the eye
than his elder brother, and his clerical dress very precise; but
somehow he was so curiously like his niece, Elizabeth, that she
thought that his particularity might spring from the same love of
refinement.
"All going on well?" asked the Captain.
"Fairly well," she answered. "Sam and Susan are most excellent
children. There is only one matter on which I should like to speak
to you, at some time when it might suit you."
"Is it about this?" he said, putting into her hand a sheet written in
huge round-hand in pencil, no words misspelt, but the breaks in them
at the end of the lines perfectly regardless of syllables:-
My dear Papa,
Please let me
have a poli
ceman.
Pages:
201
202
203
204
205
206
207
208
209
210
211
212
213
214
215
216
217
218
219
220
221
222
223
224
225