nd," said the captain.
His niece said that he had always appeared to her--when she had happened
to give the matter a thought--as a picture of indolence.
"Ah! that's only his manner," replied the other, warmly. "He's a young
man that's going to get on; he's going to make his mark. His father's
got money, and he'll make more of it."
Something in the tone of his voice attracted his niece's attention, and
she looked at him sharply as an almost incredible suspicion as to the
motive of this conversation flashed on her.
"I don't like to see young men too fond of money," she observed,
sedately.
"I didn't say that," said the captain, eagerly. "If anything, he is too
open-handed. What I meant was that he isn't lazy."
"He seems to be very fond of coming to see you," said Prudence, by way of
encouragement.
"Ah!" said the captain, "and----"
He stopped abruptly as the girl faced round. "And?" she prompted.
"And the crow's-nest," concluded the captain, somewhat lamely.
There was no longer room for doubt. Scarce two months ashore and he was
trying his hand at matchmaking. Fresh from a world of obedient
satellites, and ships responding to the lightest touch of the helm, he
was venturing with all the confidence of ignorance upon the most delicate
of human undertakings. Miss Drewitt, eyeing him with perfect
comprehension and some little severity, sat aghast at his hardihood.
"He's very fond of going up there," said Captain Bowers, somewhat
discomfited.
"Yes, he and Joseph have much in common," remarked Miss Drewitt,
casually. "They're some what alike, too, I always fancy."
"Alike!" exclaimed the astonished captain.
"Edward Tredgold like Joseph? Why, you must be dreaming."
"Perhaps it's only my fancy," conceded Miss Drewitt, "but I always think
that I can see a likeness."
"There isn't the slightest resemblance in the world," said the captain.
"There isn't a single feature alike. Besides, haven't you ever noticed
what a stupid expression Joseph has got?"
"Yes," said Miss Drewitt.
The captain scratched his ear and regarded her closely, but Miss
Drewitt's face was statuesque in its repose.
"There--there's nothing wrong with your eyes, my dear?" he ventured,
anxiously--"short sight or anything of that sort?"
"I don't think so," said his niece, gravely.
Captain Bowers shifted in his chair and, convinced that such a
superficial observer must have overlooked many things, pointed out
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