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"That villain, Carthew," George Lechmere exclaimed. "Yes, he is the man I suspect, George. I heard this evening that he had been hit tremendously hard on the turf at Goodwood.
An impulse almost incontrollable bade Carthew rise from the thwart, shriek out aloud, and leap overboard; it seemed so vain a thing to dissemble longer, to dally with the inevitable, to spin out some hundred seconds more of agonised suspense, with shame and death thus visibly approaching. But the indomitable Wicks persevered. And still he persevered, bent upon certitude.
I trust you told him nothing about Carthew?" He flushed to his ears. "I'm awfully sorry," he said. "He seemed civil, and I wanted to get rid of him. It was only the address he asked." "And you gave it?" I cried. "I'm really awfully sorry," said Sebright. "I'm afraid I did." "God forgive you!" was my only comment, and I turned my back upon the blunderer.
To get the train through, there was the recurrent problem: no time remained to ask if it were necessary. Carthew, the idler, the spendthrift, the drifting dilettante, was soon remarked, praised, and advanced. The engineer swore by him and pointed him out for an example. "I've a new chum, up here," Norris heard him saying, "a young swell. He's worth any two in the squad."
The big man was deadly white and trembled like an aspen; and he had no sooner finished speaking than he went to the ship's side and vomited. "We can never do it if we wait," said Carthew. "Now or never," and he marched towards the scuttle. "No, no, no!" wailed Tommy, clutching at his jacket. But Carthew flung him off, and stepped down the ladder, his heart rising with disgust and shame.
But it was the division under Brigadier-General Wilson, colonel of the Sixty-fourth, that suffered most heavily. Seeing that General Carthew was hardly pressed, he led a part of his own regiment against four guns which were playing with great effect. Ned Warrener's heart beat high as the order to charge was given, for it was the first time he had been in action with his gallant regiment.
In consequence, she spoke of him with a pleading warmth to the Countess Livia, who had come down to see the admiral 'concerning an absurd but annoying rumour running over London. Gower was out for a walk. He knew of the affair, Mrs. Carthew said, for an introduction to her excuses of his clothing. 'But I know the man, said Livia. 'Lord Fleetwood picked him up somewhere, and brought him to us.
Lady Greendale lifted her hands in mild despair, put on her things, and went down to the boat with Bertha. "I have brought a book, mamma," the latter said as they went down. "I shall tell Frank about this, though I shall tell no one else. I always knew that he did not like Mr. Carthew. So you can amuse yourself reading while we are talking."
You may be sure of one thing: that Carthew has left orders before going on shore that you are to be shot if you come within range. He will know that if you are killed there will be an end of the trouble. I will go myself, sir." Frank made no answer for a minute or two. Then he said: "In that case you would be shot instead of me.
Carthew. I've come on business, Billy; I want to consult you as a friend; I'm going into the island trade upon my own account." Doubtless the captain was a mine of counsel, but opportunity was denied him. He could not venture on a statement, he was scarce allowed to finish a phrase, before Hadden swept him from the field with a volley of protest and correction.
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