"Good Heaven!" said she, "why had you not told my father so?"
"Because I must have said a great deal more; besides," added I, making her my confidante, "I am the midshipman whom Mr. Somerville supposes to be in the Mediterranean, and I ran away from my father's house last night."
Although I was as concise as possible in my story, I had not finished before Mr. Somerville came in.
"Oh, papa," said his daughter, "this young gentleman is Frank Mildmay, after all."
I gave her a reproachful glance for having betrayed my secret; her father was astonished —she looked confused, and so did I.
Nothing now remained for me but an open and candid confession, taking especial care, however, to conceal the part I had acted in throwing the stone. Mr. Somerville reproved me very sharply, which I thought was taking a great liberty; but he softened it down by adding,
