Have I any reason to believe, because it is calmer on land, that it is also calmer at sea?
Perhaps not.

But my mind is scarcely so uneasy to-day, nevertheless.
I had looked over the newspaper with the usual result, and had laid it down with the customary sense of disappointment, when Jessie handed me a letter which she had received that morning.

It was written by her aunt, and it upbraided her in the highly exaggerated terms which ladies love to employ, where any tender interests of their own are concerned, for her long silence and her long absence from home.

Home! I thought of my poor boy and of the one hope on which all his happiness rested, and I felt jealous of the word when I saw it used persuasively in a letter to our guest.

What right had any one to mention "home" to her until George had spoken first?
"I must answer it by return of post," said Jessie, with a tone of sorrow in her voice for which my heart warmed to her.