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question that came forward was, whether we should make known our
engagement to her father at once, and this was decided in the negative.
Much as he liked me, he was not yet prepared to receive me so suddenly
as a son-in-law, and Amy was of opinion that the communication had
better be postponed. To this, of course, I gave a willing assent. I
was satisfied with the knowledge of her affection, which I felt would
never change. As I was talking with her father, after my interview with
Amy, he said:
"Really, Elrington, or Musgrave, I hardly know which to call you."
"Musgrave is my real name, Sir," replied I.
"Musgrave--Musgrave--where did I know a Musgrave?"
"We are from the north," replied I.
"Well," said he, "I was going to say, that I really wish I could find
some one else to take your place in this voyage, for I do not much like
your going."
"Do, my dear father," said Miss Trevannion, who was standing by him.
"Hey! Miss Amy, what have you to do with it, I should like to know, and
how can it concern you whether Mr Musgrave goes or not?"
"I said so, Sir, because I know how you will feel his loss for so long a
period. You know how you did feel his loss before, and I do not wish to
see you working so hard, as you will have to do it without his
assistance."
"Well, that's kindly thought, Amy, at all events; but still I fear that
Mr Musgrave must go, and I must work by myself till he comes back; so
it's no use saying any more about it."
Amy sighed and made no reply. On the third day after this interview,
everything was ready, and on the following morning I was to sail. Mr
Trevannion had so many directions to give, and kept me so wholly with
him, that I could hardly find time to speak to his daughter. However,
it was agreed that as I was to sail at daylight, that she would see me
after her father had gone to bed. Our meeting took place--need I say
that it was a tender one. We renewed our vows over and over again, and
it was not till past midnight that I tore myself away. Old Humphrey
looked very knowingly at me when he let me out of the street-door. I
slipped a guinea in his hand and wished him good-bye. I hastened on
board of the Sparrow-Hawk, and, desiring to be called before daylight,
went down into the cabin. There I remained sitting at the table and
thinking of Amy so long, that when the mate came down to wake me he
found that I was still sitting there, having never been to bed
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