“Yes, my boy, I am a friend; and yet what I want I should have to be waiting about for years, and then perhaps not succeed.”
Chapter Fourteen.
“What!” cried Sir Thomas, when he heard the adventures in town, “you mean to tell me that Dashleigh treated you as you say?”
“Exactly,” replied his brother.
“My face show the marks much now?”
“No; hardly at all.”
“Then we’ll go up to town to-morrow.”
“What for, Tom?” said the captain. “You’ll do no better than I did.”