But Trevelyan would not give up the letter, nor indicate by a word that he would reconsider the question of its propriety.
Saying this, Captain Trevelyan hurried away down the street.
Then Mrs. Trevelyan had left the room, and would not see her uncle again.
Captain Trevelyan gazed for an instant at the spot where Bill had been seen.
"It's a dirty shame," said Trevelyan, his squinting eyes full of rue and anger.
“Lower your sails, then, and we will send a boat on board,” cried Captain Trevelyan.
"Brady's no business to have his supper stopped," said Trevelyan.
Trevelyan, who was next the window, pulled the blind up silently.
Trevelyan, when he was alone, threw himself back on a sofa, and almost wept in despair.
I am going to London with Mrs. Trevelyan, to help her in her work.