"What did I say about your being proud?"
"I'm sure I don't think I'm very proud," said the girl, in uneasy perplexity.
"Of him?"
"Of whom, aunt? Do tell me!"
"Of Charles?"
"Well, I'm sure I'm very proud of him. But what has he to do with the storm, and the wreck, and a duke, and the paper?" asked the girl almost piteously.
From her aunt's manner one might assume anything, so long as the thing was very violent and unusual.
"There, read for yourself!" cried the aunt, handing the paper across the table to her niece.
With sparkling eyes and trembling hands, Marion caught the paper and began to read.
The comment on the rescue wound up with these words: