“There are different depths of shading in a picture, my dear Phil,” said Mrs Otway, laying her hand upon the young man’s arm. “Be friendly to these people, as Jack there and I are about to be, to the end, but don’t go and commit yourself to an engagement with a convict’s daughter.”
“Oh, this is too much!” cried Eaton fiercely.
“No, it is not, Phil,” said the Captain quietly. “I’m afraid my wife is right.”
As he was speaking, Mrs Otway, who had left them, crossed the deck, and stood talking to Mrs Hallam and Julia, who soon went away, and Eaton saw her walk to where Sir Gordon was smoking the cigar just brought to him, and then leave him to go timidly up to where Christie Bayle was leaning over the bulwarks, book in hand, and seeming to read.
Volume Three—Chapter Fifteen.
Sir Gordon Gets out of Temper.
“Don’t—pray don’t look so agitated, dear, mother,” whispered Julia, as they left the cabin one morning, after an announcement by the captain that before many hours had passed, a new phase in the long voyage would take place, for they would see land.
The news spread like lightning among the passengers, and was received with eager delight by those who had been cooped up gazing at sea and sky for months.