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bottle to my sister, who was supported by Captain Mollins.
"Why, Miss Stewart," cried Mrs Flinders, "what can be the matter with you? It is only your father! Bless me, poor dear, what weak nerves you have! Pray, Sir, speak to her, tell her you are not angry. Indeed Miss, your papa is not displeased with you. Your papa is"—
"She best knows whether I have cause to be displeased with her," said my father, gravely. My sister, opening her eyes, looked expressively at Mollins, who seemed in great confusion, and as if undetermined what to do. At length, holding up Bell's hand, which was folded in his, and turning towards my father, he stammered out, "You see, sir, you perceive, sir, this lady, sir, this lady is my wife."
"And who are you, sir?" cried my father, indignantly.
"I, I, I, sir, am a gentleman," returned Mollins. "O yes, sir," cried Mrs Flinders, "we all know that Captain
