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"Just a second," Captain Malu said quietly, reaching out his hand. "Let me look at it." He pointed it seaward and pulled the trigger. A heavy explosion followed, instantaneous with the sharp click of the mechanism that flipped a hot and smoking cartridge sidewise along the deck. Bertie's jaw dropped in amazement. "I slipped the barrel back once, didn't I?" he explained.
Luckily, just as the situation was becoming unbearable, and her respectability on the verge of collapsing in the cause of peace, they stopped at the gate of The Elms, Raymond Avenue, Lewisham. Bertie's annoyance was swallowed up in the double anxiety of introducing her to his family and his family to her.
She wondered what Bertie's mother and sister thought of his middle-aged bride. For a time they all sat round in silence. Joanna covertly surveyed the drawing-room. It was not unlike the parlour at Ansdore, but everything looked cheaper they couldn't have given more than ten pound for their carpet, and she knew those fire-irons six and eleven-three the set at the ironmongers.
"Not I. If religion don't make people better than you are, I don't want anything to do with it; I'd rather stay as I am," was the sincere, if not very polite, answer. And then Bertie's conscience awoke, and she began to see what harm she was doing.
"Oh, father, it's nobody but Emma little Emma Bertie's child the mulatto girl. She's a nurse now, and I asked to have her come and attend you." "Oh," he said, "oh " He looked at the girl curiously. "Come here." He peered into her white young face. "Do you know me?" The girl shrank away from him. "Yes, sir." "What do you do?" "I teach and nurse at the school." "Good!
He was gone again, and Bertie was left to give his message, and then to wait in anguish of spirit for the final call. The night was still. Only the draught from the wide-flung doors and windows stirred through the quiet rooms. Mrs. Errol and Anne shared Bertie's vigil in the room that opened out of that in which Lucas Errol was making his last stand.
"Boilee Ham" was allotted to the Dandy; and as Bertie's Nellie scampered away, Cheon announced other triumphs in turn and in order of merit, each of the company receiving a dish also in order of merit: Tam-o'-Shanter contenting himself with the gravy boat, while, from the beginning, the Quiet Stockman had been honoured with the hop-beer.
In vain Joanna promised him a liberal allowance of "Foreign Parts" for their honeymoon Bertie's little soul hankered after the Polytechnic, his pals who were going with him, and the kindred spirits he would meet at the chalets. Going on his honeymoon as Joanna Godden's husband was a different matter and could not take the place of such an excursion. Joanna did not press him.
Then Uncle Jack and I will take you everywhere, and give you a splendid time, you dear little chap, here all by yourself." For a minute or two Shivers' face was radiant; then he caught sight of Bertie's down-drooped mouth, and turned to his Aunt. "Dear Aunt Laura," he said, holding her hand very fast with his own, "I'm awfully sorry, but I can't go." "Can't go? and why not?"
There was something wonderfully genuine and childlike about Dot, a youthfulness that would probably cling to her all her life. Anne drew her on to speak of herself and her coming happiness, which she did with that cheery simplicity of hers that had first drawn Bertie to her. "He makes a tremendous fuss," she said, displaying Bertie's favourite dimple at the thought. "I don't, you know.
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