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Updated: June 18, 2025
If not, I am certain there was no lack of encouragement that day in the honest, smiling faces of Captain Hocken and Captain Hunken as they stood with proprietary mien, one on either side of the roadway, and each with an enormous red rose aglow in his button-hole. Pulvis et umbra sumus "The tumult and the shouting dies."
"Yes?" "It ain't, as you might put it, an ordinary letter either. It's, well, in fact, it's a proposal of marriage!" Mr Benny rubbed the back of his head gently. "I have written quite a number in my time, Captain Hunken. . . . Is it if I may put it delicately in the first person, sir?" "She's the first person " began 'Bias, and came to a halt.
"In the summer-house, sir: which it's not for me to talk about taking freaks into your head, and the spiders about, or the size o' them at this time o' the year. Captain Hunken and the lady and the other party are at present in your portion of the grounds, hoping that you'll join them in time for the fireworks; which it all depends if you like mixed company.
He gathered up the bonds in his hand, went to the front door, unbarred it, and stepped out into the roadway. Not a light showed anywhere in the next house. Cai stepped back, barred the door, and sought his chamber, after putting out the lamp. He slept as soundly as a child. "Is Cap'n Hunken upstairs?" "Ay, ay, sir," answered Mr Tabb from behind his pile of biscuit tins and soapboxes.
"I'm glad, anyway, t'have eased your mind so soon, let alone to have cut short your sarchin' which must ha' been painful enough in a house o' sickness." "Who was sarchin'?" asked 'Bias curtly. "Not me." "And that's true enough," corroborated Fancy. "Why, Cap'n Hunken has never mentioned the papers! I guessed as you hadn' told him they was missin'."
"If you'd really like a talk with him," said Mr Rogers, blinking, "maybe you'd best let the child here take you to his house. . . . Eh, missy? Cap'n Hunken tells me as how he'd like to pay a call 'pon Mr Philp, up in Union Place." "Now?" asked Fancy. "The sooner the better," answered 'Bias, crushing 'The Troy Herald' between his hands.
as by the communication I find myself impelled to make to you. I word it thus to suggest that you that Captain Hunken, rather cannot help himself: that the lady has made, in the most literal sense, a conquest. A feeling of triumph, sir, is in the female breast, whether of maiden or widow, inseparably connected with the receipt of such a communication.
Again: "Blood will tell, always supposin' you 'ave it, and will excuse the expression." Thus did Mrs Bowldler "turn her necessity to glorious gain," colouring and enlarging her sphere of service under the prismatic lens of romance. In her conversation either cottage became a "residence," and its small garden "the grounds," thus: "Palmerston, inform Captain Hunken that dinner is served.
"Then you can't be in love," declared foolish Dinah. "Sensible women ain't; not until afterwards. . . . Now, which would you advise me to marry?" "Captain Hunken." Dinah's answer was prompt. "He's that curt. I like a man to be curt; he makes it so hard for 'ee to say no. Besides which, as you might say, that parrot of his did break the ice in a manner of speakin'." "Dinah, I'm ashamed of you."
"Well, whether he hears or not, I've a piece o' news for 'Bias Hunken, here. . . . P'raps he'd like to step outside an' discuss it?" suggested Cai awkwardly, remembering how he and 'Bias had parted overnight. "I don't want to hear anything you can say," growled 'Bias. "Oh, yes, you do! . . . I reckoned as you'd be down here, first thing after breakfast, sarchin' for them papers we talked about."
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