"No; I want you to see her, and break it gentle-like to her, and tell her I was sorry. Be sure and tell her that, Ken."
"I could write all that, father?"
The old man's natural impatience returned. "Can't you do what I tell you?" he said.
"It won't be pleasant to tell her, father—most unpleasant, I should say."
"Never mind, I've done lots of unpleasant things for you, as you'll know some day. Promise, Ken."
"Well, father, if it will be any comfort to you, I'll promise, but I would much rather not go on such an errand."
But old Mr. Fortescue had got the promise that he wanted, and he knew that the Captain was a man whose word could be depended upon.
"Ring for Watson now, Ken."
She came in, and began to bustle about the room, putting things straight for the night.
"Are you going to sit up, Watson?"