"Why, neither her mother nor I see any change. She is a shade paler than she commonly is. But the girl has the heart of a lioness."
"So she has, sir."
"Now," said he, "Mr. Portlack, tell me about those two cursed Spaniards. I want to get at them."
He flung his stick upon the table and threw himself into an arm-chair.
"What did your daughter tell you about those two men?" said I.
"Why, she was insensible, she says, for the greater part of the time, and you informed her that, on the day of her recovery, you transshipped the two miscreants at their request. What vessel received them?" and here he pulled out a pocket-book and a pencil-case, with the intention of taking notes.
"Your daughter told you that she was insensible, sir, and that she continued insensible for many days?"
"Yes," said he, flourishing his pencil with an irritable gesture, clearly annoyed at my not answering his question.
"That," said I, "is all that she would be able to tell you."