room candle, I saw that the Captain had something to say to me. So I waited below until the old man and his daughter had performed their usual picturesque embrace, and the latter had given me that hand-shake and that smile which I never failed to exact.
"Johnson has got his discharge," said the old man, when he had heard his daughter's door close upstairs.
"What do you mean?"
He pointed with his thumb to the room above, where we heard, through the thin partition, the movement of Miss Blunt' s light step.
"You mean that he has proposed to Miss Esther?"
The Captain nodded.
"And has been refused?"
"Flat."
"Poor fellow!" said I, very honestly. "Did he tell you himself?"
"Yes, with tears in his eyes. He wanted me to speak for him. I told him it was no use. Then he began to say hard things of my poor girl."
"What kind of things?"
"A pack of falsehoods. He says she has no heart. She has promised always to regard him as a friend: it's more than I will, hang him!"
"Poor fellow!" said I; and now, as I write, I
