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In another person this action might have appeared somewhat careless, but Miss Pringle, by the force of her character, managed to invest it with propriety and dignity; looking at her, one felt that to wipe one's eyes on one's sleeve was quite proper when done by the proper person. "I will conceal nothing, Mr. Cleggett.
I found but little difficulty in following in my family carriage. In fact, Mr. Cleggett, I discovered the very chauffeur who had deposited her here with the box. Inquiries in Fairport gave me your name as the owner of this lighter." "Lighter!" interrupted Cleggett. "The Jasper B., madam, is not a lighter." "I beg your pardon," said Miss Pringle. "But what sort of vessel is it then?"
There I had friends. I had hours, sometimes even whole days, to myself. "But this was not the worst. A new phase developed. From his appearance it suddenly became apparent to me that Reginald Maltravers could not stop haunting me if he wished!" "COULD not stop?" cried Cleggett. "COULD not," said Lady Agatha. "The hunt had become a monomania with him. It had become an obsession.
Therefore, if there is anyone of you who wishes to leave the Jasper B., let him do it now." Cleggett paused. But not a man moved. On the contrary, a little murmur of something like reproach ran around the semicircle. The ship's company looked in each other's eyes; they stood shifting their feet uneasily.
"Dine!" exclaimed Lady Agatha, eagerly. "Yes, let us dine! It may sound incredible to you, Mr. Cleggett, that the daughter of an English peer and the widow of a baronet should confess that, except for your tea, she has scarcely eaten for twenty-four hours but it is so!"
He glared. He opened his mouth. But before he could speak Cleggett went on: "Three years ago I made a number of suggestions to you. You treated me contemptuously very contemptuously!" Cleggett paused and drew a long breath, and his face became quite red. It was as if the anger in which he could not afford to indulge himself three years before was now working in him with cumulative effect.
He did it politely. Even ceremoniously. But he did not do it hastily. He had the air of one who was never inclined to do things hastily. "From Newahk, sah," he said. "Newahk, New Jehsey, sah." "But who are you?" said Cleggett. "How did you get here?" The negro was gazing reflectively at the broken carriage. "Ah yo' Mistah Cleggett, sah?
For a moment he felt himself to be a copyreader again on the New York Enterprise. But only for a moment! The star of romance, clouded temporarily by fact, rose serene and bright again in the wide heaven of the unusual spirit, the barber's basin gleamed once more the helmet of Mambrino. Cleggett began to see the matter in its proper light.
Cleggett?" she asked, looking about her, in the lantern light, at the crew of the Jasper B., as she leaned upon the arm of Jefferson, her mannerly and deliberate servitor. "I am Mr. Cleggett." "Ah!" Miss Pringle inspected him with an eye which gleamed with a hint of latent possibilities of belligerency. "Mr.
"She is ready to sail," said Cleggett, standing by the new wheel with a swelling heart, and sweeping the vessel from bowsprit to rudder with a gradual glance. It was a look almost paternal in its pride; Cleggett loved the Jasper B. She was an idea that no one else but Cleggett could have had. "Sail?" said Mr. Watkins. "Why not?" said Cleggett, puzzled at his tone. "Oh, nothing," said Mr. Watkins.
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