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Michell tells me with great joy how little Betty Howlett is married to her young son Michell, which is a pretty odd thing, that he should so soon succeed in the match to his elder brother that died of the plague, and to the house and trade intended for him, and more they say that the girle has heretofore said that she did love this little one more than the other brother that was intended her all along.
Willard to Mrs. Howlett, and at the same time Marguerite's acceptance was despatched, although she was at first disposed to send her regrets. She was only moderately fond of those inconsequent pleasures which make the life social.
"But I beg your pardon, sir," faltered Mark; "we cannot make them understand that we are friends." "May I speak, sir?" cried Bob Howlett. "Silence, sir; don't interfere," said Mr Staples, sternly. "Oh, you lucky beggar," whispered Bob; "you get all the fun." "Go back at once, Mr Vandean," said the captain. "You understand. Get the schooner off if possible.
Stuart Harley has commented upon this as follows: "As I read this over I must admit that Miss Andrews was right. Why I had Mrs. Howlett do such a thing I don't know, unless it was that my own admiration for my heroine led me to believe that some more than usual attention was her due.
We appointed another time to meet to talke of the business of the Navy alone seriously, and so parted, and I to White Hall, and there we did our business with the Duke of Yorke, and so parted, and walked to Westminster Hall, where I staid talking with Mrs. Michell and Howlett long and her daughter, which is become a mighty pretty woman, and thence going out of the Hall was called to by Mrs.
As to all questions of this kind, however, as between the two, the reader must judge, and one document in evidence is Harley's chapter, which ran in this wise: A MEETING "Stop beating, heart, and in a moment calm The question answer is this, then, my fate?" PERKINS'S "Odes." As the correspondents of the New York papers had surmised, invitations for the Howlett ball were issued on the 12th.
12th. Up, and with Sir W. Batten and Sir W. Pen to St. James's by water, and there did our usual business with the Duke of Yorke. Thence I to Westminster, and there, spoke with Michell and Howlett, who tell me how their poor young ones are going to Shadwell's. The latter told me of the unkindness of the young man to his wife, which is now over, and I have promised to appear a counsellor to him.
Michell and Howlett come to desire mine and my wife's company to dinner to their son's, and so away by coach with them, it being Betty's wedding-day a year, as also Shrove Tuesday. Here I made myself mighty merry, the two old women being there also, and a mighty pretty dinner we had in this little house, to my exceeding great content, and my wife's, and my heart pleased to see Betty.
"Yes, you did, old chap," said Bob Howlett, holding his messmate's thin hand in his; "and it seemed such a sound sleep when we picked you up that I began to think you wouldn't wake again." "But do pray tell me," cried Mark, excitedly. "How was it? We were all dying of hunger and thirst in the boat. Stop, how is Mr Russell?" "Bad. Can't rustle a bit; but he's coming round."
Mark bounded out, but was driven back into the cabin by Bob Howlett, who forced his way in with his men, his first words shouted in the dark cabin doubly dark to those who entered from the glaring Afric sunshine silencing Tom Fillot and his comrades, who shrank back puzzled at first, then full of mirth and enjoyment at the midshipman's mistake.
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