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The Humane Hopwood was a very shy Sailer, being, in truth, as Leaky an old Tub as ever escaped breaking up for Fire-Wood at Lumberers' Wharfs, and we were seven weeks at Sea before we fell in with a trade-wind, and then setting every Rag we could hoist, went gaily before that Favourable breeze, and so cast anchor at Port Royal in the island of Jamaica. Captain Handsell was as good as his word.
Lindsay, who was following her, stopped to light a cigarette. "We're getting frightfully modern," she remarked, turning and waiting for him. "Mrs. Handsell and I ought to have come out here, and you and uncle ought to have stayed and yawned at one another over the dinner-table." "You have an excellent preceptress in modernity," he remarked. "May I?"
Handsell, or anything else she liked. The explanations given were quite satisfactory. But she has become very friendly with you and with your uncle, and I think that she ought to have told you both about it." "Do you know her real name?" "No! It is not my affair. My solicitors knew, and they were satisfied. Perhaps I ought not to have told you this, but " "Hush!" she said. "They are coming out.
But her name had been changed from The Humane Hopwood to The Protestant Pledge. She was in the Guinea trade now, and brought Negroes, poor souls! to slave in our Plantations. The Mariner that was her commander had but dismal news to tell me of my friendly Handsell. He, returning to the old country, had it seems a Mighty Quarrel with his Patron and my Patron too, forsooth! Villain Hopwood.
And before we came to our voyage's end, I had made a noticeable improvement in the Curious Mystery of writing Plain English. "Your cabin-boy," I answered; "bound to fetch and carry: hempen wages, and not much better treated than a dog." "You lie, you scum," Captain Handsell answered pleasantly. "You go snacks with me in the very best, and your beef is boiled in my own copper.
"I am glad," he said, meekly, "that you are beginning to appreciate me." "As a caddie," she remarked, "you are not, I must confess, wholly perfect. For instance, your attention should be entirely devoted to the person whose clubs you are carrying, instead of which you talk to me and watch Mrs. Handsell." He was almost taken aback.
Handsell came back almost immediately. Borrowdean, turning his head as she entered, found himself studying her with a new curiosity. Yes, she was a beautiful woman. She had lost nothing. Her complexion a little tanned, perhaps was as fresh and soft as a girl's, her smile as delightfully full of humour as ever. Not a speck of grey in her black hair, not a shadow of embarrassment. A wonderful woman!
Handsell is not your friend's real name." "Richard, how exciting!" she exclaimed. "Do tell me how you know." "Her solicitors told mine so when she took the farm." "Not her real name? But I wonder they let it to her." "Oh, her references were all right," he answered. "My people saw to that. I do not mean to insinuate for a moment that she had any improper reasons for calling herself Mrs.
You will not be able to understand how you could ever have wished differently. This is rank sentiment, you know, which you have been talking. Mannering here is a wasted power. His life is an unnatural one." "He is happy," she objected. "How do you know? Will he be as happy, I wonder, when you have gone, when there is no longer a Mrs. Handsell? I think not!
Come, your time is short now. Perhaps you had better make your adieux to my niece and Mrs. Handsell." They all came out into the drive to see him start. A curious change had come over the bright spring day. A grey sea-fog had drifted inland, the sunlight was obscured, the larks were silent. Borrowdean shivered a little as he turned up his coat-collar.
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