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They had been interrupted by Manasseh, bearing a tray of refreshments bread and honey and cakes, with a jug of milk for the one; for the other a decanter of brown sherry with a dish of ratafia biscuits. The repast was finished now, and Dicky, eager to fall to work again, feared that his friend might make an excuse for departing. Mr. Hanmer put a hand in his pocket and drew out his pipe.
Hanmer was recently dead; he had been a banker, but suffered grave losses in a period of commercial depression, and left his family poorly off. Various reasons led to his widow's quitting Hebsworth; Dunfield inquirers naturally got hold of stories more or less to the disgrace of the deceased Mr. Hanmer.
But there are the stables, too, to be seen; and the gunroom " "Stables? Gunroom? Oh, come along! the day is too short!" Here Dicky paused. "But would you like to come too, sir?" he asked, addressing Mr. Hanmer. Mrs. Harry laughed. "Those two," she told Ruth, "are like master and dog, and one never can be quite sure which is which." "My dear boy," said Mr.
We don't know what is become of their Monsieur Thurot, of whom we had still a little mind to be afraid. I should think he would do like Sir Thomas Hanmer, make a faint effort, beg pardon of the Scotch for their disappointment, and retire. Here are some pretty verses just arrived.
She held the boy at arm's length, lovingly as Captain Hanmer came and stood by the tent door. So life might yet sound with honest laughter; ay, and at the back of laughter, with the firm tread of duty. The story of Ruth Josselin and Oliver Vyell is told.
A coaster found us off Lagos with word that Lisbon had suffered worst of all. So we hammered at it, wind almost dead foul all the way . . . and here we are. Captain Hanmer brought me ashore in his gig. My word, but the place is in a mess!" "That is Captain Hanmer's footstep I hear by the gate." "Yes, he has come to pay his respects.
He's my first lieutenant first-rate officer, too but no ladies' man. Gad!" chuckled Captain Harry, "I believe he'd run a mile from a petticoat. But where is he? Hi, Hanmer! step aft-along here and be introduced!" A tall grave man, who had entered unnoticed, walked past the line of guests and up to his captain.
"Once in the upper town, you may be safe enough; but down here by the quay the sh sailors I know 'em it's my buishness. 'Low me join the eshcort." But here, perceived by few in the room, a somewhat remarkable thing happened. Mr. Hanmer, who had stood hitherto like a statue, put out a hand and laid it on Mr. Silk's shoulder; and there must have been some power in that grip, for Mr.
Silk dropped into his seat without another word. Captain Harry saw it, and broke into a laugh. "Why, to be sure! Hanmer's the very man! The rest of ye too drunk meaning no offence; and, for me, well, for me, you see there's Sally to be reckoned with." He laughed aloud at this simple jocularity. "Hanmer!" "Yes, sir." "Convoy." "If you wish it, sir."
He went off to the Venus yesterday, and it seems that on board of her he struck up, there and then, a close friendship with Harry's lieutenant, a Mr. Hanmer; and now he can talk of nothing but rigging and running-gear. He's crazed for a cruise and a hammock.
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