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We reached the house after threading our way through a couple of tortuous alleys leading off a street which called itself the Via Servi, and under an archway with a window from which a girl blew Mr. Fett an unabashed kiss across a box of geraniums. To him Mr.
Fett. "Mr. Badcock's question was a foolish one. Speaking, however, as a mere man of business, and without thought of rounding off the story artistically, I am curious to know how they settled the ransom?" Captain Pomery had taken in all canvas, to be as little conspicuous as possible; and all that day we lay becalmed under bare poles.
Heaven bless thee, child, in thy early risings and in thy later sittings, at thy festive board overflowing with Essig and Fett, in the mysteries of thy Kuchen, in the fulness of thy Bier, and in thy nightly suffocations beneath mountainous and multitudinous feathers! Good, honest, simple-minded, cheerful, duty-loving Lenchen!
I passed a hand over my eyes, and at that moment Mr. Fett, who had been snatching an hour's sleep below and no man better deserved it thrust his head up through the broken hatchway, carolling "To all you ladies now at land We men at sea indite, But first would have you understand How hard it is to write: Our paper, pen, and ink and we Roll up and down our ships at sea, With a fa-la-LA!"
'Not for worlds, said I; 'but it grieves me to think how Fortune distributes her favours. I told him of my father. 'I should like to make the acquaintance of such a man, said he. 'You shall, said I; and fetching a pencil and a scrap of paper out of my pocket, I wrote as follows: "To Mr. Jonathan Fett, Manufacturer of Flams, W. Bromicheham." "The Public Stocks, Bovey Tracey, Devon.
"My loquacity, sir, did you understand it," said Mr. Fett, with an air of fine reproach, "springs less from the desire to instruct than from the ebullience of my feelings at so happy a rencounter." "Well, that's very handsomely said," I acknowledged. "Oh, sir, I have a deal to tell, and to hear! But we will talk anon. Would it be too much to ask if you are running away with her?"
In the next five minutes the pair learnt that my father could lose his temper, and the lesson visibly scared them. "Your pardon, sir," twittered Mr. Fett. "'Twas a foolish joke, I confess." "I may lend some point to it," answered my father grimly, "by telling you what I had a mind to conceal, that you stand at this moment at no far remove from one of the worst dangers you have playfully invented.
"By this time we were all as sociable together as mice in malt, except that these Corsicans never laughed at all, but stared at us awsome-like even when the creature Fett put one foot on a chair and another on the table and made 'em a long tom-fool speech in English, calling 'em friends Romans and countrymen and asking them to lend him their ears, as though his own weren't long enough.
Fett, who had been regarding the speaker with joyful admiration, and at this point made a movement to embrace him. "I must have his name!" murmured Mr. Fett. "He shall at least tell us his name!" "Badcock, sir; Ebenezer Badcock," answered the little man, producing a black-edged visiting-card. "But," urged my father, "you must forgive us, Mr.
He can sit in the hold and crack stones until I devise his part in the campaign. Say no more. I have an inkling he will prove not the least useful man of our company." "As to that, sir," I answered, with a shrug of the shoulders and a glance at Mr. Fett and Mr. Badcock, "I don't feel able to contradict you."
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