Well, if you will, good night." Saxon bade him good-night, and went.

George went up into Maitland's room, where Mary was never admitted; and soon she heard him hammer, hammering at metal, over-head.

She was too used to that sound to take notice of it; so she went to bed, but lay long awake, thinking of poor Captain Saxon.
Less than a week after that she was confined.

She had a boy, and that gave her new life.

Poorly provided for as that child was, he could not have been more tenderly nursed or more prized and loved if he had been born in the palace, with his Majesty's right honourable ministers in the ante-room, drinking dry Sillery in honour of the event.
Now she could endure what was to come better.