“Recollect that we have had confidence given to us in consequence of your pledging your word, my lord.”
“You do me, then, the honour of believing me?”
“I did not until I saw you,” replied Mrs Lascelles, “but now I am convinced that you will perform your promise.”
“You do, indeed, encourage me, madam, to pursue what is right,” said Pickersgill, bowing; “for your approbation I should be most sorry to lose, still more sorry to prove myself unworthy of it.”
As the reader will observe, everything was going on remarkably well.
Chapter Six.
The Smuggling Yacht.
Cecilia returned to the cabin, to ascertain whether her aunt was more composed; but Mrs Lascelles remained on deck. She was much pleased with Pickersgill; and they continued their conversation. Pickersgill entered into a defence of his conduct to Lord B—; and Mrs Lascelles could not but admit the provocation. After a long conversation she hinted at his profession, and how superior he appeared to be to such a lawless life.