surprised.

It was easy to perceive that the old colonel worshipped her and she
him. I think the relation between an elderly father and a daughter
just blooming into womanhood the most beautiful possible. There is
in it a subtile sentiment that cannot exist in the case of mother
and daughter, or that of son and mother. But this is getting into
deep water.

I sat with the Daws until half past ten, and saw the moon rise on
the sea. The ocean, that had stretched motionless and black against
the horizon, was changed by magic into a broken field of glittering
ice, interspersed with marvellous silvery fjords. In the far
distance the Isle of Shoals loomed up like a group of huge bergs
drifting down on us. The Polar Regions in a June thaw! It was
exceedingly fine. What did we talk about? We talked about the
weather--and you! The weather has been disagreeable for several
days past--and so have you. I glided from one topic to the other
very naturally. I told my friends of your accident; how it had
frustrated all our summer plans, and what our plans were. I played
quite a spirited solo on the fibula. Then I described you; or,
rather, I didn't. I spoke of your amiability, of your patience
under this severe affliction; of your touching gratitude when
Dillon brings you little presents of fruit; of your tenderness to
your sister Fanny, whom you would not allow to stay in town to
nurse you, and how you heroically sent her back to Newport,
preferring to remain alone with Mary, the cook, and your man
Watkins, to whom, by the way, you were devotedly attached. If you
had been there, Jack, you wouldn't have known yourself. I should
have excelled as a criminal lawyer, if I had not turned my