A man in that station may be brave and worthy, but at every step he would commit solecisms that society would never pardon. Oh, I have thought of this night and day. Though I carry my love with me to the tomb, he shall never, never know it. You are my daughter after all. But see, Sir Joseph's barge approaches, manned by twelve trusty oarsmen and accompanied by the admiring crowd of sisters, cousins, and aunts that attend him wherever he goes.
Captain remains and ascends the poop-deck.