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It runs thus: You meaner beauties of the night, That poorly satisfy our eyes, More by your number than your light, You common people of the skies, What are you when the sun shall rise? But the sun is set, and the beautiful Queen's sad, romantic story almost forgotten. Sir John Grenvile was a son of the valiant and loyal cavalier, Sir Bevil Grenvile, of Kelkhampton, Cornwall.
But before you go I wish, on behalf of myself and the rest of the passengers of the Indian Queen, to express to you all our very high appreciation of the splendid manner in which you have conducted yourselves while on board this ship, and, still more, of the magnificent services which, under the leadership of your gallant young officer, Mr Grenvile, you have rendered not only to the owners and crew of the ship, but also to us, the passengers.
I was now ready for what I fondly hoped would prove to be the last act in our little drama, and was about to give the word to march, when Fonseca, who appeared to have been speaking to Jose, stayed me. "Senor Grenvile," he said, "I have just been exchanging a few remarks with our friend Jose here, who has made certain representations to me that I think demand your consideration.
"Hullo, Fonseca," I exclaimed, "where in the name of fortune have you sprung from? Is the Barracouta in?" "Yes, Senor Grenvile," he answered, "we have just arrived.
"Mr Grenvile," said he, "I am going to prove to you, by placing you in command of the Francesca, that the loss of the Dolores has in no wise shaken my confidence in you.
It is rather awkward to be entertaining a guest whose name, even, one does not know." "My name," I answered, "is Grenvile Richard Grenvile, and I am a lieutenant in his Britannic Majesty's navy." "Quite so!" remarked my companion caustically, "I guessed as much from your uniform. You bear a good name, young sir, a very good name. Are you one of the Devon Grenviles?"
It is true that not to put too fine a point upon it they were pirates, of a sort; but so were Grenvile, Drake, Hawkins, and the rest of their illustrious contemporaries; and piracy was at that time regarded as a quite honourable profession provided that the piracies were perpetrated solely against the hated Spaniard.
"Mr Grenvile, and men of the Shark," he began, as soon as the general's back was turned, "I've been very pleased to see what's just been done, and I'm only sorry that I've no power to do as much on my own account.
He had evidently caught a word or two of what Carter had been saying, and wanted to know all about it. "Why, Sir Thomas, Mr Grenvile believes that brig yonder to be his own ship, the Shark," answered Carter. "And if it turns out that he's right, of course he and his men will be rejoinin' directly. And I was just sayin' that we shall all be very sorry to lose him."
Besides, the brig and we are to sail in company; and Fawcett won't stand any nonsense, even if I were disposed to listen to your suggestion." At this moment San Domingo came along. "You want me, Mr Grenvile?" he asked. "Yes, San Domingo," said I. "Get the kits of Mr Keene and myself ready, and also your own, as quickly as possible. We are all to go aboard the schooner." "Yes, massa, sartinly.
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