"May I ask you to be so good as to come to the point.

By whom was Damaris rescued and brought home last night ?" "Ah! that is what I so deeply regret," Theresa quavered, still obstinately dense and struggling with the after convulsion of her choke.
"I felt so shocked and annoyed on your account, Sir Charles, when the maids told me, knowing how you would disapprove such a--such an incident in connection with Damaris .-- She was brought home, carried"-- she paused--"carried indoors by the owner of that objectionable public-house on the island.

He holds some position in the Mercantile Marine, I believe.

I have seen him recently once or twice myself in the village--his name is Faircloth." Theresa pursed up her lips as she finished speaking.

The glasses of her gold pince-nez seemed to gleam aggressively in the lamp-light.