But Trevelyan would not give up the letter, nor indicate by a word that he would reconsider the question of its propriety.
Trevelyan, who was next the window, pulled the blind up silently.
Then Mrs. Trevelyan had left the room, and would not see her uncle again.
Saying this, Captain Trevelyan hurried away down the street.
"It's a dirty shame," said Trevelyan, his squinting eyes full of rue and anger.
Captain Trevelyan gazed for an instant at the spot where Bill had been seen.
"Brady's no business to have his supper stopped," said Trevelyan.
“Lower your sails, then, and we will send a boat on board,” cried Captain Trevelyan.
Trevelyan, when he was alone, threw himself back on a sofa, and almost wept in despair.
I am going to London with Mrs. Trevelyan, to help her in her work.