"Very fine goings on, upon my word!
And did Miss Rosy consent to leave her father's home without a murmur?"
he asked, angrily.
"Begging your pardon, sir," pleaded Mrs. Mugby, "Miss Rosamond was not
the one to murmur before servants, whatever she might feel in her
heart. I overheard her crying and sobbing dreadful one night, poor
dear, when she little thought as there was any one to overhear her."
"Did she say anything to you before she left?"
"Not till the night before she went away, and then she came to me in my
kitchen, and said, 'Mrs. Mugby, it's my husband's wish I should go down
to Devonshire and live there, while he's away with his ship. Of course,
I am very sorry to leave the house that my dear father made such a
happy home for me, and in which he and I lived so peaceably together;
but I am bound to obey my husband, let him ask what he will. I shall
write to my dear father, and tell him how sorry I am to leave my
home.'"
"Did she say that?" said the captain, evidently touched by this proof
of his child's affection. "Then I won't belie her so much as to doubt
her love for me. I never got her letter; and why George Jernam should
kick up his heels directly I was gone, and be off with his ship
goodness knows where, is more than I can tell. I begin to think the
best sailor that ever roamed the seas is a bad bargain for a husband.
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