"Are there any more in the family?" he inquired.
"There's an uncle," said Mr. Truefitt, slowly, "and——"
"One at a time," said the captain, stopping him with one hand raised, while he helped himself to some more whiskey with the other. "The uncle!"
He drank the third glass slowly, and, sinking back in his chair, turned to his friend with a countenance somewhat flushed and wreathed in smiles.
"Who else?" he inquired.
"No more to-night," said Mr. Truefitt, firmly, as he got up and put the bottle back in the cupboard. He came back slowly, and, resuming his seat, gazed in a meditative fashion at his friend.
"Talking about your loneliness—" he began.
"My loneliness?" repeated the captain, staring at "You were talking about feeling lonely," Mr. Truett reminded him.
He proceeded with almost equal care to assist her mother
"So I was," said the captain. "So I was. You're quite right; but it's all gone now. It's wonderful what a little whiskey will do."