"As far as I can see they are no honester than other people. I only belong to the respectable class myself, and I'll no have it."
"What a fool I was to tell you! But surely," half laughing, "matrimony is an honourable institution."
"I kenna—I kenna. I'll give the bairn shelter till she hears from her kin, but I'll have no marrying or such like, to be called to account for mayhap afterwards."
But Mr. Dutton, only made more eager by opposition, sprang away to the saloon, where Bluebell was sitting.
"Yes, I have a message for you," said he, in answer to her inquiring look. "Will you come on deck? Here are your cloak and hood."
He led her away, with rather a pale face, to the most secluded part of it.
"What did the captain say?" she asked.
"The captain is a canny, suspicious, pigheaded old Scottish-man!"
"Of course, of course," very despondingly, "no one can do anything for me. I must go to a lodging, and advertise for another situation."
"They will want a recommendation from your last place."