'Yes.'
'But I have never heard of a word he said.'
'Likely enough—he never gets beyond "Hear, hear!" He is a Scots' representative peer.'
'With a family tree, of course. D—n'm, I would rather have a good gooseberry-bush!'
The little state-room or cabin occupied by Ellinor she saw had evidently and recently been used by ladies before. In the drawers of the dressing-glass were hair-pins, an old kid glove, a broken jet bracelet, and other etcetera.
The door had a bolt on the inside.
One night she found, to her terror, that this had been removed!
Her heart grew sick within her; but, with the assistance of her attendant, she contrived to barricade the door most efficiently by placing a chair between it and her bed, on which, without undressing, she lay down with her temples throbbing like every other pulse with terror.
All grew still in the cutter, and not a sound was heard but the ripples that ran alongside as she strained at her anchor—so very still that Ellinor was about to sleep, when a sound startled her, and she sprang up in dismay.
Some one without was attempting to force her door. Who that some one was she doubted not; but, after a time, finding himself completely baffled, with a half-suppressed malediction, he went away.