view of her beauty, unconsciously proving to him that her face was as handsome in repose, with the black eyelashes sweeping her rounded cheeks, as it was when her features were animated with the excitement of conversation. She was silent at first, and the lieutenant repeated his last question somewhat impatiently. There was another slight pause, however, and then a ponderous footstep was heard creeping up the companion-ladder.
"There's my father!" cried Joan, as she started up, in evident relief at the opportune interruption.
Parson Langney, holding on valiantly to such support as came in his way, staggered towards them, and ended by hurling himself against the lieutenant with so much force that it was only by a most dexterous movement that the younger and slimmer man escaped being flung into the sea.
"I ask your pardon, captain," cried the jolly parson, in good-humored apology, as, with the assistance of the young folk, he reached a place of safety. "Remember, you're on your element, but I'm not on mine! Come and dine with my daughter and me to-morrow,
