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Updated: June 23, 2025
'I should think about sixty pound a year, he mused; and entering, he looked at the name-board. The name 'Forsyte' was not on it, but against 'First Floor, Flat C' were the words: 'Mrs. Irene Heron. Ah! She had taken her maiden name again! And somehow this pleased him. He went upstairs slowly, feeling his side a little.
The hose played upon them and swept them away; in another moment they were there again. They broke out in other places, ever gaining ground, taking fast hold with their thousand tiny feet until they got up to the gold band, and even beyond it; and see! the flames now seemed to take a spring, and seize upon the name-board, and the shining letters stood out amidst the flames.
The road led to the harbour, at a distance of a mile from the town, from which the trade of the district was fed. After seeing the obnoxious name-board Barnet had forgotten to open his umbrella, and the rain tapped smartly on his hat, and occasionally stroked his face as he went on.
Most of the boys were wet through, but they were laughing and panting with eagerness. One of them had brought in the name-board of a ship. The Simplicity was painted on it. They stood round it and wrangled about what kind of vessel it was and what was its home-port. "Then the ship's gone down," said Pelle gravely. The others did not answer; it was so self-evident.
Alfred Home drew up before that name-board in scorching sunshine, wiped his face, and looked at his watch. Was he in time? He had heard nothing of the train yet, and it was not to be seen approaching. His watch told him that it had been due for ten minutes now. Surely it could not have gone! No, there it was. Its whistle sounded, and soon it came winding through the sparse woodlands.
The hot blood was shooting now through his veins. "Yes, we just picked up her name-board. That was before we got a hold on you." Foundered! The ship from which he had been so mercilessly thrown! And all on board lost, perhaps. He began to realise the hand of Providence in his fate. "It was the Hesper I sailed on. I'm not just clear yet in my head. My first voyage was made on the Proserpine.
And as for setting the town on fire, or painting it scarlet, he seemed to have lost the trick of that. And then one day the populace saw on his office door, beneath his name-board, another sign: FIVE TOWNS UNIVERSAL THRIFT CLUB. Secretary and Manager E.H. MACHIN. An idea had visited him. Many tradesmen formed slate-clubs goose-clubs, turkey-clubs, whisky-clubs in the autumn, for Christmas.
'I should think about sixty pound a year, he mused; and entering, he looked at the name-board. The name 'Forsyte' was not on it, but against 'First Floor, Flat C' were the words: 'Mrs. Irene Heron. Ah! She had taken her maiden name again! And somehow this pleased him. He went upstairs slowly, feeling his side a little.
"Answer in character, you blighter! Say somethin' opposite." "What boat's thatt?" The hail was repeated. "What do yee say-ay?" Pyecroft bellowed, and, under his breath to me: "Give us a hand." "It's called the Marietta F. J. Stokes Torquay," I began, quaveringly. "At least, that's the name on the name-board. I've been dining on a yacht." "I see."
She was a dingy little boat, the biggest and brightest of her fittings being the name-board on her pilot-house, which spelled in large gilt letters the appellation J. C. Hawks. "Say," yelled her captain from his door, "I'm blown out wi' my barges, short o' grub an' water. Can you gi' me some? That lime-juice sucker ahead won't."
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