Miss Fosbrook pulled Annie back, and desired her to let David alone;
herself wondering what would be the effect of what he had seen.
He had been eager to do good to Hannah when no desire of his own
stood in the way; but a formed wish had arisen in his mind, and he
loved himself better than Hannah. Christabel dreaded the clearing-up
of the secret of the post-office order, lest he should be proved to
love himself more than right and justice.
There were not many letters from the absent pair of sisters; they
seemed to be much too busy and happy to write, and appeared to be
"seeing everything," and to be only just able to put down the names
of the wonders. The chief of all, however, was that kind Mrs.
Penrose had actually taken them to Portsmouth for a couple of nights,
to see the Ramilies, in which she was going to remain till it sailed.
They had sat in the Admiral's cabin, and had slept upon "dear little
sofas," where they wished they always slept; they had been in Papa's
cabin, which was half filled up with a great gun, that can only be
fired out at the window (scratched out, and "port-hole" put in.
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