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Updated: June 27, 2025
'Mamma, I'm sure you would never get over the official priggism. 'I don't think I should, my dear, said Mrs. Woodward. 'What is it you are all concocting? said Captain Cuttwater; 'some infernal mischief, I know, craving your pardons. 'If you tell, Uncle Bat, I'll never forgive you, said Katie.
Woodward was sitting in the drawing-room; Linda and Katie were with her, the latter lying in state on her sofa as invalid young ladies should do; Captain Cuttwater was at Hampton Court, and Norman was on the water; when a fly from the railway made its way up to the door of the Cottage. 'Mrs.
He'll find plenty of time for gossiping by and by, I don't doubt. Linda could say nothing further, for an unbidden tear moistened her eyelid as she heard her mother speak so harshly of her lover. Gertrude, however, took up the cudgels for him, and so did Captain Cuttwater.
Now Linda and Katie are very well, but they haven't half the gumption that Gertrude has. 'No, they have not, said Alaric. 'I like gumption, said Captain Cuttwater. 'You've a great deal of gumption that's why I like you. Alaric laughed, and muttered something. 'Now I have been thinking of something; and Uncle Bat looked strangely mysterious 'I wonder what you think of Gertrude?
Captain Cuttwater, having shaken off his dining-room nap, came for his tea; and then, at last, Gertrude also, descending from her own chamber, glided quietly into the room. When she did so, Norman, with a struggle, roused himself, and took a chair next to Mrs. Woodward, and opposite to her eldest daughter.
'It would be a great thing for you, said Uncle Bat. 'I'll write a note to-night, and you can take it with you. Sir Jib is a rising man, and you'll regret it for ever if you miss the opportunity. Now Sir Jib Boom was between seventy and eighty, and he and Captain Cuttwater had met each other nearly every day for the last twenty years, and had never met without a squabble.
But not on that account did Gertrude conceive herself entitled to make any use on her own behalf of such money as might come into her hands. The bills should be paid, and then every farthing that could be collected should be given towards lessening the deficiency. Six thousand pounds had already been made up by the joint efforts of Norman and Captain Cuttwater.
Harry of course assured her that if that was the worst of it there was nothing very bad in it. He could have a bed at the inn as well as Alaric and Charley. The amount of that evil would only be half-a-crown a night. And thus the advent of Captain Cuttwater was discussed.
It was not so gay a place as it once had been; merry laughter was not so often heard among the shrubbery walks, nor was a boat to be seen so often glancing in and out between the lawn and the adjacent island. The Cottage had become a demure, staid abode, of which Captain Cuttwater was in general the most vivacious inmate; and yet there was soon to be marrying, and giving in marriage.
A clergyman, or a doctor, or a lawyer, feels himself no whit disgraced if he reaches the end of his worldly labours without special note or honour. But to a soldier or a sailor, such indifference to his merit is wormwood. It is the bane of the professions. Nine men out of ten who go into it must live discontented, and die disappointed. Captain Cuttwater had no idea that he was an old man.
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