When she came in again, Captain Rothesay was pacing the room uneasily.
"You can have him, Mr. Williams," said Rothesay curtly to the mate.
The dwelling which Miss Rothesay entered was one of the keeper's cottages, built within the forest.
She carried the babe home and laid it on Mrs. Rothesay's lap.
I shall never get out what I wanted to say—which is, that you must be quiet, my good dame, and you must keep Mrs. Rothesay quiet.
"The child had better go away to bed," said Captain Rothesay.
Captain Rothesay started from his reverie at the sound of the child's voice.
Captain Rothesay started, as if suddenly recollecting himself.
He—the calm, gentlemanlike, Captain Rothesay—burst into a storm of passion that would have disgraced a boor.
Mrs. Rothesay, still insensible, was lifted into the carriage.