She looked from the lad to her daughter, and back again, five or six times in a second,—seeing more than most people could have seen in observation apparently so careless and superficial.
"I kept a sharp look out, Clary, all day, but I saw nothing," said Luke, going over to the hearth.
"Nothing,—but," he added, she looked so disappointed, "but, for all that, some one else may."
"Oh, I hope so"!"
"What are you talking about?" asked Briton.
"The shipwreck," said Luke.
"Oh!—well, Luke,—will you make the trade, Sir? What do you say, Clarice? The chain belongs to you, after all," said Briton, with a laugh,—he could not help the shipwreck. "What are you going to do with it, my girl?"
"It is yours, father."
"Thank ye!—a present!" Old Briton looked well pleased.
"And if Luke will take it over"—