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Let me introduce you to my new ward, Miss Erema Castlewood. Miss Castlewood, this is Sir Montague Hockin, the son of my lamented first cousin Sir Rufus, of whom you have heard so much. Well, to be sure! I have not seen you for an age. My dear fellow, now how are you?" "Miss Castlewood, please not to move; I sit any where. Major, I am most delighted to see you.
And if this were so, one could understand at once Mr. Goad's attempt upon Uncle Sam. "Now none of this! none of this, I say, Erema!" Major Hockin exclaimed, as he ran in and saw me scarcely even caring to hold my own with the gentle Maximilian to which name Mr. Strouss was promoted from the too vernacular "Hans." "My dear, I never saw you look ill before.
"Oh, I see," I replied, with some confusion, not at his osteology, but at the gaze of a pair of living and lively eyes fastened upon me. And Major Hockin, following my glance, stood up and turned round to see to it. "What! Cousin Montague! Bless my heart, who could have dreamed of lighting on you here? Come in, my dear follow; there is plenty of room.
My dear, you have made a conquest; I quite forgot to tell you; but never mind that for the present. Driver, here is half a crown for you. Your master will put down the fly to my account. He owes me a heriot. I shall claim his best beast, the moment he gets one without a broken wind." And this was Sir Montague Hockin, as I feared was only too likely from what had been said.
I have nothing whatever to be pitied for, except that I have lost my father, and have nobody left to care for me, except Uncle Sam in America." "Your Uncle Sam, as you call him, seems to be a very wonderful man, Erema," said Mrs. Hockin, craftily, so far as there could be any craft in her; "I never saw him a great loss on my part.
"What is there in this world that is not sordid to the young in one sense, and to the old in another?" Major Hockin so seldom spoke in this didactic way, and I was so unable to make it out, that, having expected some tiff on his part at my juvenile arrogance, I was just in the mould for a deep impression from sudden stamp of philosophy.
But the Major always said, "Ventilate it, ventilate the subject, my dear Sir; bring public opinion to bear on it." And Mrs. Hockin always said that it was her husband to whom belonged the whole credit of this new and spirited use of the fine word "ventilation." As betwixt this faithful pair, it is scarcely needful perhaps to say that the Major was the master.
We all dine at one o'clock now, that I may rout up every man-Jack of them." The Major sounded a steam-guard's whistle, and led me off in the rapidly vanishing wake of his hungry workmen. Sir Montague Hockin, to my great delight, was still away from Bruntsea. If he had been there, it would have been a most awkward thing for me to meet him, or to refuse to do so.
But she knew best what her husband was; and to worship forever is not wise. "Go and knock at his door in about five minutes," Mrs. Hockin said to me, with some mischief in her eyes. "If he continues to fail, he may possibly take a shorter way with it. And with his tools so close at hand " "Oh," I exclaimed, "his geological hammer that dreadful crusher! May I go at once?
He lived in London so much, for instance, that he had much quicker chance of knowing whatever there was to know; again, he was a man of the world, full of short, sharp sagacity, and able to penetrate what I could not; then, again, he kept a large account with Shovelin, Wayte, and Shovelin, as Major Hockin chanced to say; and I knew not that a banker's reserve is much deeper than his deposit; moreover which, to my mind, was almost stronger proof than any thing Sir Montague Hockin was of smuggling pedigree, and likely to be skillful in illicit runs of knowledge.
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