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I'm sorry there's no cake or jam." It was while Madame Piriac was stirring her first cup that the drawing-room door opened, and at once there was a terrific shriek. "Audrey!" The invader was Miss Ingate. Close behind Miss Ingate came Jane Foley. "Did you get my letter?" breathed Miss Ingate weakly, after she had a little recovered from the shock, which had the appearance of being terrific.
But the roar of the Gardner and the typewriter-like clicking of the hopper burst in at the tail of the words. Captain Foley heard them, and Subalterns Grice and Murphy heard them; but there are times when a deaf ear is a gift from the gods. "Steady, Mallows!" cried the captain, in a pause of the grunting machine-gun. "We have the honour of Ireland to guard this day."
His name is Enoch Huntingdon. Yes, sir, Enoch Huntingdon! What do you think of that?" The astonishment expressed in Seaton's eyes was all that the officer could desire. "Enoch Huntingdon! Why, man, that gutter rat has real blood in him, if he didn't steal the name." "No kid ever stole such a name as that," said Foley.
"Come along, dear," Jane Foley insisted. People with open mouths were crowding at the aperture of the inner wall, but, Jane going first, both girls pushed safely through the throng. The wheel had stopped. The entire congregation was staring agog, and in two seconds everybody divined, or had been nudged to the effect, that Jane and Audrey were the authoresses of the pother.
The founders of the houses of Foley and Normanby were remarkable men in many respects, and, as furnishing striking examples of energy of character, the story of their lives is worthy of preservation.
There now, Norah, I think you know a good deal about our ship already, and when Lieutenant Foley gets about again, which I hope he'll do in a few days, you will learn a good deal more; and when we're away, you'll be able to fancy me on board among my shipmates."
"There is no time to be lost, for they were fearfully beset, and have neither food nor water remaining, while nearly all their ammunition is, I fear, expended." "Who are they?" asked Norman Foley, in an evident tone of agitation. "A Mr Twigg and his family, with whom Mr Ferris, an Irish gentleman, and his daughter are staying. There are several other white people in the house," was the answer.
I spent some time with my old mother; but one night, going down to see an old shipmate who was ill at a public-house near Deal, I found myself in the hands of a press-gang, and carried aboard the `Elephant, Captain Foley. I had made up my mind to belong to the flag-ship of Admiral Nelson, whatever she might be. Still, it couldn't be helped, and, of course, I determined to do my duty.
"One of you!" Jack started in surprise at a proposition so unexpected. "Yes. You must make yourself liable to the same penalties, so that it will be for your own interest to keep silent. Otherwise we cannot trust you." "And suppose I decline these terms," said Jack. "Then I shall be under the painful necessity of retaining you as my guest." Foley smiled disagreeably.
I long to see the boy excessively. I hear of your returning to London in September; pray let me hear your motions very particularly, and if you bring up the children. I am ever most truly and affectionately yours. Second Lord Holland. Lady Henrietta Stanhope, daughter of second Earl of Harrington. She married Lord Foley in 1776, and died 1781.
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