She carried the babe home and laid it on Mrs. Rothesay's lap.
"You shall lecture me presently, my dear," said Captain Rothesay.
Captain Rothesay started from his reverie at the sound of the child's voice.
"The child had better go away to bed," said Captain Rothesay.
"Olive, dearest," said Mrs. Rothesay, herself subdued into weeping.
"I wish we could leave off this mourning," said Mrs. Rothesay.
Captain Rothesay started, as if suddenly recollecting himself.
You are not angry with me for staying so long away, are you, Miss Rothesay?
Just then, Mrs. Rothesay started at the sound of the hall-bell.
Some brandy, left on the sideboard, had attracted Captain Rothesay's sight.
