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Godstone had telegraphed home for a servant to come down in the morning by the first train, with clothes for herself and daughter, and she had arrived with them an hour before. Mrs. Godstone had therefore been enabled to resume her usual attire, and to lend an outfit to Mrs. Murchison.
Godstone was surprised at the tone in which this fisher lad's mother spoke, for during her thirteen years of married life Bessy Robson had lost the Essex dialect, and acquired the manners of her husband's friends.
Godstone, and would at once be fitted out for sea. At eight o'clock next morning Jack found himself alongside the Wild Wave, a fine barque-rigged ship of about eight hundred and fifty tons. A number of riggers were at work on board, and Captain Murchison was on the poop talking to an officer, whom Jack at once guessed to be the first mate.
Godstone told her that her husband was ready to place Jack on board one of his ships as midshipman, and that he would take care he had every chance of making his way up, Mrs. Robson thankfully accepted the offer. "The boy has always wished for a life at sea," she said; "and I am thankful indeed that he should have such a chance of getting on. I am most grateful to Mr.
Godstone for his offer, and most gladly accept it." "It is the least my husband can do, Mrs. Robson, considering the share your son took in saving his life. But you must not consider that this discharges the debt that I owe for myself and Mildred. That is another matter altogether.
Godstone, and received an answer requesting him to take passages home for them to England, where they duly arrived without any exciting incident. Seven years have passed away, and Jack Robson is now second mate in one of Mr. Godstone's ships, and will be his first officer on next voyage.
The ladies had now taken seats. Mrs. Godstone felt a little at a loss. Had Jack's home and Jack's mother been what they had expected to find them the matter would have been simple enough, but she felt at once that any talk of reward for the service Jack had rendered them would be at present impossible. "What a pretty room you have got, Mrs. Robson, and what charming pictures!"
Have you any taste that way?" Jack shook his head. "No, sir; I never thought of being an artist. I always wanted to go to sea." "To go to sea eh?" Mr. Godstone repeated, "Well, then, you have got your wish." "Oh, I do not call this going to sea," Jack said contemptuously. "I mean, I wanted to be a sailor not a fisherman." "And why didn't you go then, lad?"
"They are my husband's painting," Mrs. Robson said quietly. "He was an artist." "Oh! I know the name," Mrs. Godstone said. "I have four of Mr. Robson's pictures in my drawing-room. I am very fond of marine subjects." This served as an introduction, and for half an hour the conversation proceeded briskly. Then Mrs. Godstone rose.
The makings of romance are in the story, and are well used. There are episodes of excellent excitement in it; notable amongst these being the race on the Godstone Road, which is done with a swing and passion not easy to overpraise.
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