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He must certainly have heard a man's voice raised in anger when he approached the door and he was now observing that man with an air of curiosity which was already assuming the appearance of distrust. That Herbert, on his side, resented the Captain's critical examination of him was plainly visible in his face. After a glance at Bennydeck, he asked Mrs. Presty "who that gentleman was."
When Captain Bennydeck and Sydney Westerfield passed each other as strangers, in the hall of the hotel, that letter had been posted in London a week since. The servant showed "Mr. and Mrs. Herbert" into their sitting-room, and begged that they would be so good as to wait for a few minutes, while the other rooms were being prepared for them. Sydney seated herself in silence.
She was in such a frenzy of suppressed rage that she actually kissed her hand to them as she left the room! Bennydeck looked after her, convinced that some sinister purpose was concealed under Mrs. Presty's false excuses, and wholly unable to imagine what that purpose might be. Herbert still persisted in trying to force a quarrel on the Captain.
Her voluntary separation from you offered to your brother, and to the Captain, the opportunity for which they had both been waiting. Captain Bennydeck was then cruising at sea in his yacht. Immediately on his return, Miss Westerfield's inclination would be consulted, and she would no doubt eagerly embrace the opportunity of being introduced to her father's friend.
The first which he happened to take up was addressed to him in Mrs. Presty's handwriting. His opinion of this correspondent was expressed in prompt action he threw the letter, unopened, into the waste-paper basket. The next letter was from Bennydeck, written in the kindest terms, but containing no allusion to any contemplated change in his life. No explanation of the cause of this delay followed.
He was determined to find out, first, with what purpose Bennydeck had entered the room. "The gentleman was about to explain himself to you," he said to Mrs. Presty. "Why don't you give him the opportunity?" She had no choice but to submit in appearance at least. Never had she hated Herbert as she hated him at that moment. The Captain went on with his explanation.
When I established myself in this hotel, I was fairly driven out of my yacht by a guest who went sailing with me." Mrs. Presty became deeply interested. "Dear me, what did he do?" Captain Bennydeck answered gravely: "He snored." Catherine was amused; Mrs. Presty burst out laughing; the Captain's dry humor asserted itself as quaintly as ever.
A man who feels true sympathy is never in danger of mistaking his way to a woman's heart, when that woman has suffered. Bennydeck consoled, interested, charmed Sydney, by still speaking of the bygone days at home. "I well remember how fond your father was of you, and what a bright little girl you were," the Captain went on.
"In the past time, which we both remember," she resumed, "you once said that I was the most truthful woman you had ever known. Have I done anything to disturb that part of your old faith in me?" "Nothing." She went on: "Before you entered this house, I had determined to tell Captain Bennydeck what you have not told him yet. When I say that, do you believe me?"
"Oh dear, dear, this is what comes of your going away and leaving us! You don't know Captain Bennydeck." The name of her father's correspondent! The name which she vaguely remembered to have heard in her childhood! "Where did you first meet with him?" she inquired. "At the seaside, dear!" "Do you mean at Sandyseal?" "Yes. Promise me not to tell! My nice Captain is going to be my new papa."
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