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hard at work thinking all the time like the—hum.’

      ‘Ay, he thinks hard enough,’ the squire struck in.

      ‘Pardon me, sir; like the—hum—plumb-line on a leeshore, I meant to observe. This is now the third—the fourth occasion on which I have practised the observance of paying my first visit to Riversley to know my fate, that I might not have it on my conscience that I had missed a day, a minute, as soon as I was a free man on English terra firma. My brother Greg and I were brought up in close association with Riversley. One of the Beauties of Riversley we lost! One was left, and we both tried our luck with her; honourably, in turn, each of us, nothing underhand; above-board, on the quarter-deck, before all the company. I ‘ll say it of my brother, I can say it of myself. Greg’s chances, I need not remark, are superior to mine; he is always in port. If he wins, then I tell him—“God bless you, my boy; you’ve won the finest woman, the handsomest, and the best, in or out of Christendom!” But my chance is my property, though it may be value only one farthing coin of the realm, and there is always pity for poor sinners in the female bosom. Miss Beltham, I trespass on your kind attention. If I am to remain a bachelor and you a maiden lady, why, the will of heaven be done! If you marry another, never mind who the man, there’s my stock to the fruit of the union, never mind what the sex. But, if you will have one so unworthy of you as me, my hand and heart are at your feet, ma’am, as I have lost no time in coming to tell you.’ So Captain Bulsted concluded. Our eyes were directed on my aunt. The squire bade her to speak out, for she had his sanction to act according to her judgement and liking.

      She said, with a gracefulness that gave me a little aching of pity for the poor captain: ‘I am deeply honoured by you, Captain Bulsted, but it is not my intention to marry.’

      The captain stood up, and bowing humbly, replied ‘I am ever your servant, ma’am.’

      My aunt quitted the room.

      ‘Now for the tankard, Sewis,’ said the captain.

      Gradually the bottom of the great tankard turned up to the ceiling. He drank to the last drop in it.

      The squire asked him whether he found consolation in that.

      The captain sighed prodigiously and said: ‘It ‘s a commencement, sir.’

      ‘Egad, it’s a commencement ‘d be something like a final end to any dozen of our fellows round about here. I’ll tell you what: if stout stomachs gained the day in love-affairs, I suspect you’d run a good race against the male half of our county, William. And a damned good test of a man’s metal, I say it is! What are you going to do to-day?’

      ‘I am going to get drunk, sir.’

      ‘Well, you might do worse. Then, stop here, William, and give my old Port the preference. No tongue in the morning, I promise you, and pleasant dreams at night.’ The captain thanked him cordially, but declined, saying that he would rather make a beast of himself in another place.

      The squire vainly pressed his hospitality by assuring him of perfect secresy on our part, as regarded my aunt, and offering him Sewis and one of the footmen to lift him to bed. ‘You are very good, squire,’ said the captain; ‘nothing but a sense of duty restrains me. I am bound to convey the information to my brother that the coast is clear for him.’

      ‘Well, then, fall light, and for’ard,’ said the squire, shaking him by the hand. Forty years ago a gentleman, a baronet, had fallen on the back of his head and never recovered.

      ‘Ay, ay, launch stern foremost, if you like!’ said the captain, nodding; ‘no, no, I don’t go into port pulled by the tail, my word for it, squire; and good day to you, sir.’

      ‘No ill will about this bothering love-business of yours, William?’

      ‘On my soul, sir, I cherish none.’

      Temple and I followed him out of the house, fascinated by his manners and oddness. He invited us to jump into the chariot beside him. We were witnesses of the meeting between him and his brother, a little sniffling man, as like the captain as a withered nut is like a milky one.

      ‘Same luck, William?’ said Squire Gregory.

      ‘Not a point of change in the wind, Greg,’ said the captain.

      They wrenched hands thereupon, like two carpet-shakers, with a report, and much in a similar attitude.

      ‘These young gentlemen will testify to you solemnly, Greg, that I took no unfair advantage,’ said the captain; ‘no whispering in passages, no appointments in gardens, no letters. I spoke out. Bravely, man! And now, Greg, referring to the state of your cellar, our young friends here mean to float with us to-night. It is now half-past eleven A.M. Your dinner-hour the same as usual, of course? Therefore at four P.M. the hour of execution. And come, Greg, you and I will visit the cellar. A dozen and half of light and half-a-dozen of the old family—that will be about the number of bottles to give me my quietus, and you yours—all of us! And you, young gentlemen, take your guns or your rods, and back and be dressed by the four bell, or you ‘ll not find the same man in Billy Bulsted.’

      Temple was enraptured with him. He declared he had been thinking seriously for a long time of entering the Navy, and his admiration of the captain must have given him an intuition of his character, for he persuaded me to send to Riversley for our evening-dress clothes, appearing in which at the dinner-table, we received the captain’s compliments, as being gentlemen who knew how to attire ourselves to suit an occasion. The occasion, Squire Gregory said, happened to him too often for him to distinguish it by the cut of his coat.

      ‘I observe, nevertheless, Greg, that you have a black tie round your neck instead of a red one,’ said the captain.

      ‘Then it came there by accident,’ said Squire Gregory.

      ‘Accident! There’s no such thing as accident. If I wander out of the house with a half dozen or so in me, and topple into the brook, am I accidentally drowned? If a squall upsets my ship, is she an accidental residue of spars and timber and old iron? If a woman refuses me, is that an accident? There’s a cause for every disaster: too much cargo, want of foresight, want of pluck. Pooh! when I’m hauled prisoner into a foreign port in time of war, you may talk of accidents. Mr. Harry Richmond, Mr. Temple, I have the accidental happiness of drinking to your healths in a tumbler of hock wine. Nominative, hic, haec, hoc.’

      Squire Gregory carried on the declension, not without pride. The Vocative confused him.

      ‘Claret will do for the Vocative,’ said the captain, gravely; ‘the more so as there is plenty of it at your table, Greg. Ablative hoc, hac, hoc, which sounds as if the gentleman had become incapable of speech beyond the name of his wine. So we will abandon the declension of the article for a dash of champagne, which there’s no declining, I hope. Wonderful men, those Romans! They fought their ships well, too. A question to you, Greg. Those heathen Pagan dogs had a religion that encouraged them to swear. Now, my experience of life pronounces it to be a human necessity to rap out an oath here and there. What do you say?’

      Squire Gregory said: ‘Drinking, and no thinking, at dinner, William.’ The captain pledged him.

      ‘I ‘ll take the opportunity, as we’re not on board ship, of drinking to you, sir, now,’ Temple addressed the captain, whose face was resplendent; and he bowed, and drank, and said,

      ‘As we are not on board ship? I like you!’

      Temple thanked him for the compliment.

      ‘No compliment, my lad. You see me in my weakness, and you have the discernment to know me for something better than I seem. You promise to respect me on my own quarter-deck. You are of the right stuff. Do I speak correctly, Mr. Harry?’

      ‘Temple is my dear friend,’ I replied.

      ‘And he would not be so if not of the right stuff! Good! That ‘s a way of putting much in little. By Jove! a royal style.’

      ‘And Harry’s a royal fellow!’ said Temple.

      We all drank to one another. The captain’s eyes scrutinized me speculatingly.

      ‘This boy might have been yours

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