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Now it surged up. "Who invited you to the Mayor's ball?" demanded Mr Duncalf like thunder. Yes, there it was! And a very difficult question. "I did, sir," he blundered out. Transparent veracity. He simply could not think of a lie. "Why?" "I thought you'd perhaps forgotten to put my name down on the list of invitations, sir." "Oh!" This grimly.
A week more elapsed, and the officers and crew began to talk of the voyage to their market in China. The Captain refused to fix a day for sailing. He even took offense at being asked to decide. Instead of sleeping in his cabin, he went ashore for the night. Duncalf, snoring in his cabin on deck, was aroused by a hand laid on his shoulder.
Duncalf and gave some further directions. "If there is any change in the weather, keep the ship standing off and on, at a safe distance from the land, and throw up a rocket from time to time to show your position. Expect me on board again by sunrise." "What!" cried the mate. "Do you mean to say you are going back to the island in that boat all by yourself?"
He did not shine at the school; he failed to fulfil the rosy promise of the scholarship; but he was not stupider than the majority; and his opinion of himself, having once risen, remained at "set fair." It was inconceivable that he should work in clay with his hands. Mr Duncalf was town Clerk of Bursley, and a solicitor. It is well known that all bureaucracies are honey-combed with intrigue.
Take my word for it, we shall wish ourselves back in our own latitudes before we are many days older." Which, being interpreted, meant that Mr. Duncalf was lost, like his superior officer, in a part of the ocean of which he knew nothing. The remaining members of the council having no suggestions to offer, left the Captain to take his own way. Soon after nightfall, something did come of it.
Duncalf? she said, and added: 'But we're glad that anything should have brought you in. 'Well, said Duncalf, 'I've just had a letter by the afternoon post from Lord Chell. 'Oh, the Earl! Indeed; how very interesting. 'What's he after? inquired Josiah cautiously.
Before Denry could even think of reversing the positions of the abstract paper and the Athletic News the young woman said "Good-morning!" in a very friendly style. She had a shrill voice and an efficient smile. "Good-morning, madam," said Denry. "Mr Duncalf in?" asked the young woman brightly. "No, madam; he's across at the Town Hall," said Denry.
At a stroke he had become possessed of more than he could earn from Duncalf in a month. The faces of the Countess, of Ruth Earp, and of the timid Nellie mingled in exquisite hallucinations before his tired eyes. He was inexpressibly happy. Trouble, however, awaited him. He was not only regarded by the whole town as a fellow wonderful and dazzling, but he so regarded himself.
If she had not been late, if she had not been stout, if she had not had a seat under the pulpit, if she had not had an objection to making herself conspicuous, she would have been already in the church and Denry would not have had a private colloquy with her. "Well, you're nice people, I must say!" she observed, as he raised his hat. She meant Duncalf and all Duncalf's myrmidons.
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