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"However, as the distance is too great, Miss Ferris has intrusted me with letters for her friend, which I can safely confide to you." Thus Mr Twigg talked on. "You will pass in sight of Bellevue as you run along the coast we'll signal you, so that you can give the last report of your friends when you reach Dublin."
"I have seen it I thought it was with your ladyship's knowledge," replied Mr. Twigg. "I I cannot object it would be at my own peril. If there is any lawful impediment, your ladyship will make it at the proper response." A friend of Captain Lightbody's appeared in readiness to give the young lady away. "The ceremony must go on, madam," said the clergyman. "At your peril, sir!" said Lady Hunter.
He had expressed himself in a similar manner to one of the underwriters, who was then at Waterford; and when the firm applied for payment, that gentleman declined acceding to their demand till they could produce evidence of the loss of the vessel. Ferris, Twigg, and Cash became indignant, and talked of instituting law proceedings.
I could make a good guess at the nature of the business. Didn't I know his ways? But I wouldn't blab; he owned me body and soul. I was afraid of him. His soft voice, his slick ways, and what he could do to me if I didn't obey! "He brought Beulah Twigg back with him from Boston. Now you understand? Little Beulah pretty face, empty head, too much heart. He owned her body and soul, too.
Then I got to thinking about it and somehow I kind of wished I hadn't been so darned smart. It seemed sort of mean because I'd said I'd wait for him and I hadn't. You see, Twigg had such fool ideas on some things, like keeping his word to you and all that. I had half a mind to turn around and go back and look for him.
"We always expect guests," answered Mr Twigg, laughing "at all events, we are always ready for them. Let me show you the way, gentlemen; your valises are already there."
A short walk soon brought the lieutenant and his friends to the counting-house of Mr Thomas Twigg, the agent of the firm, and a relative of one of the partners. They were at once shown to a large airy room over the office, looking out on the harbour, containing a table spread for luncheon, consisting of numerous West Indian delicacies. Mr Twigg, of course, pressed the lieutenant to remain.
After the gentlemen had smoked their cigars, and the ladies had put on costumes more suitable for the object in view than their riding-habits, headed by Mr Twigg the party set forth, Major Malcolm escorting Miss Pemberton, and Ellen being attended by Archie and Lieutenant Belt, who was determined no longer to be cut out.
The place was laid out more according to Dutch than English taste, and of course was especially admired by the natives of Holland, among whom the firm of Ferris, Twigg, and Cash had extensive connections, as well as with the West Indies, to which part of the world they chiefly traded.
Mr Ferris suggested that it could be put off, but the major begged that that should on no account be done, and that if steeds could be found for him and Lieutenant Belt, they might accompany the party. "With great pleasure, my dear sir; we can mount you without difficulty," said Mr Twigg; and turning round, he gave the order to old Martin, who was standing behind his chair.
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