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"That'd be buying a pig in a poke, when I ha'n't even seen the house yet not," he added, with a glance at Mr Rogers, "that I make any doubt of its suiting. But business is business." The child turned to her master, as much as to ask, "What, then, is your need of me?" "Cap'n Hocken wants a servant," said Mr Rogers, answering the look. She appeared to ponder this.
"But I won't ask you to stay for dinner to-day," she said later, when the tangled mass of the Devoniensis had been separated, shoot from shoot, and pegged out to the last healthy-looking twig, and the two men stood, flushed but safe, on the pathway beside her. She stole a confidential little glance at Cai. "For I understand from Captain Hocken that you prefer to make your excuses separately.
She had, in fact, seen Captain Hocken pass the window some moments before; and it had not caused her to joggle the tiny ivory hook for a moment or to miss a moment's precision.
There was, however, no way of retreat, and he stepped wide to avoid the group, lifting his hat awkwardly as he passed, not daring to meet the lady's eyes. "Captain Hocken!" she called cheerfully. "Ma'am?" Cai halted in confusion. "Come here for a moment that is, if it doesn't interrupt your duties and be introduced to our two ploughing judges.
He turned about and confronted Mrs Bosenna as she stepped forth from her hiding in the bushes, her maid Dinah in attendance close behind her. "Good afternoon again, Captain Hocken! And is this Captain Hunken? . . . It was polite of you polite indeed to bring him so soon." She held out a hand to Tobias, who, to take it, was forced to relinquish for a moment his clutch on the rail.
" Whose handling of his frail craft to-day was of a natur' to surprise and delight all beholders." At this point Mr Willett, the Treasurer, who had for some seconds been staring at the speaker with glazed uncertain eye, interrupted in a voice thick with liquor "The question is, Who wants me?" "Nobody, you d d old fool!" snapped the Hon. Secretary. "Can't you see Cap'n Hocken is makin' a speech?"
"Well, mistress, natur' is natur': and we knows what we can't help knowin'." "That's true," Mrs Bosenna agreed. It was her turn to sigh. "Cap'n Hunken's the man," repeated Dinah. She nodded her head on it and paused. "Though, if you ask my opinion, Cap'n Hocken 'd make the better husband." "It's difficult." "Ay. . . . For my part I don't know what you want with a husband at all."
And may not a photograph of the famous arch constructed by Captains Hocken and Hunken be discovered therein some day by the curious? To be sure, Queen Victoria herself did not pass beneath that arch. But there passed beneath that arch many daughters who since have grown into women and done virtuously, I hope.
And the worst is that though Captain Hocken and Captain Hunken are a pair of fools and Mr Middlecoat a bigger fool than either as it turns out, I'm the biggest fool of all." "How, mistress?" "Why, you ninny! They were buying, one against the other, to make me a present, and I stepped in and saved young Middlecoat's face.
"I often think," mused Mrs Bosenna, "that we're not half grateful enough to sailors, considering the risks they run and the things they bring us home: tea and coffee, raisins, currants, with all kinds of spices and cordial drinks." "Oranges an' lemons, say the bells o' St Clemen's. Oranges " "I wasn't thinking of this Captain Hocken in particular," interrupted the widow hastily.
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