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Christie acquiesced at once in this position, but professed herself embarrassed to know how such a "ne'er-do-weel" was to be made a source of pride; then she kissed Flucker, and said, in a tone somewhat inconsistent with the above, "Tell me, my laamb!"
Flucker Johnstone comported himself on one occasion.
There was a fine breeze, but instead of sailing on a wind, as he might have done, he made a series of tacks, and all were ill. The earnest man first; and Flucker announced the skipper's insanity to the whole town of Newhaven, for, of course, these tacks were all marine solecisms. The other discontented Picnician was Christie Johnstone.
The baddish boy chuckled, and addressed himself to the nice brown steaks with their rich gravy. On such occasions a solo on the knife and fork seemed better than a trio to the gracious Flucker. Christie moved about the room, doing little household matters; Gatty's eye followed her.
"For his part he was glad," said the gracious Flucker; "the lass was a prideful hussy, that had given some twenty lads a sore heart and him many a sore back; and he hoped his skipper, with whom he naturally identified himself rather than with his sister, would avenge the male sex upon her." In short, he went upon this tack till he drove poor Gatty nearly mad.
She was dying for the story. Commerce was twice broken off and renewed by each power in turn. At last the bargain was struck at fourteen-pence. Then Flucker came out, the honest merchant. He had listened intently, with mercantile views. He had the widow's sorrows all off pat. He was not a bit affected himself, but by pure memory he remembered where she had been most agitated or overcome.
In the middle of this, Flucker Johnstone came hastily in from the Old Town and told them he had seen the wife, Beeny Liston, coming through from Granton. The sympathy of all was instantly turned in this direction. "She would hear the news." "It would fall on her like a thunderclap." "What would become of her?"
"Ye shall come ben my hoose if ye are unhappy, and we'll hear your story; come away." He had never been admitted into her house before. They found it clean as a snowdrift. They found a bright fire, and Flucker frying innumerable steaks. The baddish boy had obtained them in his sister's name and at her expense, at the flesher's, and claimed credit for his affection.
He then followed, and brought him to, as he called it. "I daur say it's you I'm to convoy to yon auld faggitt!" said this baddish boy. On they went, Flucker rolling and pitching and yawing to keep up with the lordly galley, for a fisherman's natural waddle is two miles an hour. At the very entrance of Newhaven, the new pilot suddenly sung out, "Starboard!"
A strong remonstrance was made by Christie, but the baddish boy insisted that he had an equal right in all her nets, and, setting his sail, he ran into shoal water. Christie began to be sorrowful; instead of making money, she was going to throw it away, and the ne'er-do-weel Flucker would tear six nets from the ropes.
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