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The Salvage Men of my time were brave enough, but they were likewise unconscionable rogues. The wind proved false to us at Deal, and we had to wait a weary ten days there. Captain Handsell was our commander. He was a man who knew but one course of proceeding. 'Twas always a word and a blow with him.
"Clara will look after me," Mannering interrupted, smiling. "Try to make an enthusiast of him, Mrs. Handsell. He needs a hobby badly." They started off. She leaned back in her seat and pulled her veil down. "Do not talk to me here," she said. "We shall have a quarter of an hour before they can arrive." Borrowdean assented silently. He was glad of the respite, for he wanted to think.
I never see a parchment-visaged, fee-clutching limb of the law but I long to beat him, and, if I had him on blue water, to trice him up higher than ever he went before. But for a keg of brandy! But for a packet of treason-papers! Shame! 'tis base, 'tis idiotic. And this did the unlucky Handsell find to his cost.
"So you see we are found out, after all, Duchess," he said, turning to her. "You have known Mrs. Handsell, Mannering, let me present you now to her other self. Duchess, you see that our recluse has come to his senses at last. I must really introduce you formally: Mr. Mannering the Duchess of Lenchester." Berenice, arrested in her forward movement, watched Mannering's face eagerly.
Handsell has begun to talk to you now about London, of the theatres, the dressmakers, Hurlingham, Ranelagh, race meetings, society, and all that sort of rot. She talks of them very cleverly. She knows how to make the tinsel sparkle like real gold." She laughed softly. "You are positively eloquent, Richard," she declared. "Do go on!"
"But that shall never be, Jack my hearty," Captain Handsell exclaimed, when, after many more pipes of Tobacco and rummers of Punch, he had explained these wonderful things to me. "I shall lose my half share in the venture, and shall have to tell a rare lie to yonder old Skin-a-flea-for-the-hide-and-fat in London; but what o' that?
Clara waved her hand until he was out of sight, then she turned somewhat abruptly round and entered the house. Mannering and Mrs. Handsell remained for a few moments in the avenue, looking along the road. The sound of the horse's feet could still be heard, but the trap itself was long since invisible. "The passing of your friend," she remarked, quietly, "is almost allegorical.
I hate a fellow who doesn't do things himself, and has a way of looking on which makes you feel a perfect idiot. Neither Mr. Mannering nor Mrs. Handsell nor you have been the same since he was here." "I gather," she said, softly, "that you do not find us improved." "I do not," he answered, stolidly. "Mrs.
"I don't fancy he has been quite the same man since Sir Leslie Borrowdean was here, and Mrs. Handsell never leaves him alone for a moment." She laughed. "You talk as though they were conspirators!" she exclaimed. "That is precisely what I believe them to be," he answered, grimly. "Richard!" "Can't help it," he declared. "I will tell you something that I have no right to tell you. Mrs.
"Why, my dear uncle," she exclaimed, "you look almost as dull as I feel! Let us be miserable together!" "With all my heart," he answered. "Whilst we are about it, can we invent a cause?" "Invent!" she repeated. "I do not think we need either of us look very far. Every one seems to have gone away whose presence made this place endurable. Uncle, do you know when Mrs. Handsell is coming back?
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