“Yes.”
“She looks as if she had seen hard service?”
“Yes; both of us are the worse for wear.”
The ice once broken, Mr. Hawke chimed in—“Have you a wife, Captain Rogers?”
“She’s in the churchyard,” with a decided growl.
“So much the better for Mrs. Rogers,” whispered Lyndsay to Flora.
“You had better let the animal alone,” said Flora in the same tone: “’Tis sworn to silence.”
“Have you any family, Captain Rogers?” recommenced the incorrigible Hawke.
“Ay; more than’s good.”
“Girls, or boys?”