When they entered the port, it was already night. The fog incread the darkness, and formed round the sternlights and lanterns of the jetty a cirbsp;like that whibsp;surrounds the moon when the weather threatens to bee rainy. The air they breathed was heavy, damp, and cold.
Milady, that woman so ceous and firm, shivered in spite of herlf.
The offibsp;desired to have Milady''s packages pointed out to him, and ordered them to be plabsp;in the boat. When this operation was plete, he invited her to desd by her his hand.
Milady looked at this man, and hesitated. "Who are you, sir," asked she, "who has the kindness to trouble yourlf so particularly on my at?"
"You may perceive, madame, by my uniform, that I am an offibsp;in the English navy," replied the young man.
"But is it the for the officers in the English navy to plabsp;themlves at the rvibsp;of their female patriots when they land in a port of Great Britain, and carry their gallantry so far as to duct them ashore?"
"Yes, madame, it is the , not from gallantry but prudenbsp;that in time of war fners should be ducted to particular hotels, in order that they may remain under the eye of the gover until full information bsp;be obtained about them."
The words were pronounbsp;with the most exabsp;politeness and the most perfebsp;ess. heless, they had not the power of ving Milady.