Part 44 (2/2)
”Upon my soul, Miss Manners, there you do him wrong,” he retorted, with ludicrous heat; ”you, above all, should know for whom he pines.”
”He has misled you by praising me. This Richard, despite his frank exterior, is most secretive.”
”There you have hit him, Miss Manners,” he declared; ”there you have hit him! We were together night and day, on the sea and on the road, and, while I poured out my life to him, the rogue never once let fall a hint of the divine Miss Dorothy. 'Twas not till I got to London that I knew of her existence, and then only by a chance. You astonish me. You speak of a young lady in Maryland?”
Dorothy swept aside my protest.
”Captain,” says she, gravely, ”I leave you to judge. What is your inference, when he fights a duel about a Miss with my Lord Comyn?”
”A duel!” cried the captain, astounded.
”Miss Manners persists in her view of the affair, despite my word to the contrary,” I put in rather coldly.
”But a duel!” cried the captain again; ”and with Lord Comyn! Miss Manners, I fondly thought I had discovered a constant man, but you make me fear he has had as many flames as I. And yet, Richard,” he added meaningly, ”I should think shame on my conduct and I had had such a subject for constancy as you.”
Dorothy's armour was pierced, and my ill-humour broken down, by this characteristic speech. We both laughed, greatly to his discomfiture.
”You had best go home with him, Richard,” said Dolly. ”I can find my way back to Arlington Street alone.”
”Nay; gallantry forbids his going with me now,” answered John Paul; ”and I have my sailing orders. But had I known of this, I should never have wasted my breath in persuading him to remain.”
”And did he stand in need of much persuasion, captain?” asked Dolly, archly.
Time was pressing, and the owner came aboard, puffing,--a round-faced, vociferous, jolly merchant, who had no sooner got his breath than he lost it again upon catching sight of Dolly.
While the captain was giving the mate his final orders, Mr. Orchardson, for such was his name, regaled us with a part of his life's history. He had been a master himself, and mangled and clipped King George's English as only a true master might.
”I like your own captain better than ever, Richard,” whispered Dolly, while Mr. Orchardson relieved himself of his quid over the other side; ”how commanding he is! Were I to take pa.s.sage in the Betsy, I know I should be in love with him long before we got to Norfolk.”
I took it upon myself to tell Mr. Orchardson, briefly and clearly as I could, the lamentable story of John Paul's last cruise. For I feared it might sooner or later reach his ears from prejudiced mouths. And I ended by relating how the captain had refused a commission in the navy because he had promised to take the Betsy. This appeared vastly to impress him, and he forgot Dorothy's presence.
”Pa.s.sion o' my 'eart, Mr. Carvel,” cried he, excitedly,
”John Paul's too big a man, an' too good a seaman, to go into the navy without hinflooence. If flag horfocers I roots of is booted haside to rankle like a lump o' salt b.u.t.ter in a gallipot, 'ow will a poor Scotch lieutenant win hadvancement an' he be not o' the King's friends? 'Wilkes an' Liberty,' say I; 'forever,' say I. An' w'en I see 'im goin' to the Tower to be'old the Champion, 'Captain Paul,' says I, 'yere a man arfter my hown 'eart.' My heye, sir, didn't I see 'im, w'n a mere lad, take the John into Kingston 'arbour in the face o' the worst gale I hever seed blowed in the Caribbees? An' I says, 'Bill Horchardson, an' ye Never 'ave s.h.i.+ps o' yere own, w'ich I 'ope will be, y'ell know were to look for a marster.' An' I tells 'im that same, Mr. Carvel. I means no disrespect to the dead, sir, but an' John Paul 'ad discharged the Betsy, I'd not 'a' been out twenty barrels or more this day by Thames mudlarks an' scuffle hunters. 'Eave me flat, if 'e'll be two blocks wi' liquor an' dischargin' cargo. An' ye may rest heasy, Mr. Carvel, I'll not do wrong by 'im, neither.”
He told me that if I would honour him in Maid Lane, Southwark, I should have as many pounds as I liked of the best tobacco ever cured in Cuba.
And so he left me to see that the mate had signed all his lighter bills, shouting to the captain not to forget his c.o.c.kets at Gravesend. Dolly and I stood silent while the men hove short, singing a jolly song to the step. With a friendly wave the round figure of Mr. Orchardson disappeared over the side, and I knew that the time had come to say farewell. I fumbled in my waistcoat for the repeater I had bought that morning over against Temple Bar, in Fleet Street, and I thrust it into John Paul's hand as he came up.
”Take this in remembrance of what you have suffered so unselfishly for my sake, Captain Paul,” I said, my voice breaking. ”And whatever befalls you, do not forget that Carvel Hall is your home as well as mine.”
He seemed as greatly affected as was I. Tears forced themselves to his eyes as he held the watch, which he opened absently to read the simple inscription I had put there.
”Oh, d.i.c.kie lad!” he cried, ”I'll be missing ye sair three hours hence, and thinking of ye for months to come in the night watches. But something tells me I'll see ye again.”
And he took me in his arms, embracing me with such fervour that there was no doubting the sincerity of his feelings.
”Miss Dorothy,” said he, when he was calmer, ”I give ye Richard for a leal and a true heart. Few men are born with the gift of keeping the affections warm despite absence, and years, and interest. But have no fear of Richard Carvel.”
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