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The green volumes in which, for the next thirteen years, Captain Barker kept accurate chronicle of Tristram's progress, and of every fact, however trivial, that seemed to illustrate it, have since been lost to the world, as our story will show. There were thirty-seven of these volumes; and as soon as one was filled Dr. Beckerleg presented another.
Beckerleg said, a beautiful face that slept behind the dusty window above the court where the sparrows chattered. From a chamber at the back of the house the two men were met, as they climbed the stairs, by the sound of an infant's wailing. Dr. Beckerleg went towards this, after opening for the Captain the door of a room wherein no sound was at all.
But I have no doubt," he added, with a bow "that you will act, in all contingencies, with a single eye to the child's welfare. It is understood, then, that the child, Tristram Salt, remains under the care of Captain Barker, your friend, and his adoptive father " "Not at all." "I think so," said Dr. Beckerleg quietly, looking straight into the Captain's eyes. "That's for me to decide, Doctor."
He traced this odour round to the back of the house, and there found Captain Barker, Captain Runacles and Narcissus Swiggs. Between them they had managed to clear the garden of an enormous crop of weeds, of which they were now making a bonfire. Behind the thick and yellowish coils of smoke Dr. Beckerleg could just discern the forms of the two captains.
"No," said Captain Runacles grimly; "on that point you must allow me to correct you. You infernal young cub, if I catch you here again " "Hi! Captain!" interrupted a voice at the foot of the garden. Doctor Beckerleg stood beside the blue gate and held it open to admit another visitor, whose dress and appearance were unfamiliar to the Captain.
Why, in the name of don't drip on 'em, I tell you! Why, in the name of " The iron gate creaked behind them, and the two captains turned their heads. A portly, broad-shouldered gentleman, in a suit of snuff colour, came slowly across the court, with both hands behind him, and a cane rapping against his heels. "Dr. Beckerleg." "Hey? Why Captain Barker! Captain Runacles!
And I decide nothing until you have opened that door." "And that's mighty well said," commented Dr. Beckerleg. Captain Jemmy slipped back the bolt. "I shall nevertheless hold you to account," he growled. "Thank you; I am accustomed to responsibility. And now let me say that as the child seems to be in good hands " "On the contrary, he's in outrageously bad ones."
"Gentlemen, gentlemen," cried Dr. Beckerleg, "would it not be as well to see the infant?" "I can imagine," Captain Barker answered, "nothing in the infant that is likely to shake my resolution. My scheme of discipline will be based " "Decidedly, Jack, I shall have to run you through," said his friend gloomily.
As they passed through the hall to the front-door, Captain Barker perceived two letters lying side by side upon a table there. He snatched them up hastily and crammed one into his pocket. Then, handing the other to Dr. Beckerleg: "You might give that to Jemmy when you see him, and look here, as soon as the child is out of the house, I think if you went to Jemmy he might like to see Meg, you know."
The child thrived, was weaned, and began to cut his teeth without any trouble to mention. Twice a day Captain Barker visited his nursery and studied him attentively. "I'll own that I'm boggled," he confessed to Dr. Beckerleg. "You see, a child is the offspring of his parents." "That is undeniable!" the Doctor answered.
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