"I'll promise to go away the first thing in the morning!" he went on.

"Do try and take it easy--and don't be angry with me.

Come! come! you wouldn't turn a dog out, Miss Silvester, on such a night as this!" He was irresistible.

The most sensitive woman breathing could not have accused him of failing toward her in any single essential of consideration and respect.

He wanted tact, poor fellow--but who could expect him to have learned that always superficial (and sometimes dangerous) accomplishment, in the life he had led at sea?
At the sight of his honest, pleading face, Anne recovered possession of her gentler and sweeter self.