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The lady was utterly unconscious that she had had any part in producing it that she had herself dissolved the spell. She raged, she raved, she reasoned, in vain. Her point she could not compass. Her cruel husband persisted in his determination not to go to see Mr. John Nettleby. Absolutely astounded, she was silent. There was a truce for some hours.
"Certainly I shall. And I am surprised, my dear, that you do not go to see Mr. John Nettleby." "I have no desire to see him, my dear. He is, as I have often heard you say, an obstinate fool. He is a man I dislike particularly." "Very possibly; but you ought to go to see him notwithstanding." "Why so, my dear?" "Because he is married to a woman I like.
The third day came, and brought an answer from Mrs. Nettleby. After a prodigious parade of professions, a decent display of astonishment at Mr. Bolingbroke's strange conduct, and pity for her dear Griselda, Mrs. Nettleby came to the point, and was sorry to say, that Mr.
The conversation might here have ended happily, but unluckily our heroine could not be easily satisfied before Mrs. Nettleby, to whom she was proud of showing her conjugal ascendancy. "My dear," said she to her husband, "a-propos to pattern wives: you have read Chaucer's Tales. Do you seriously like or dislike the real, original, old Griselda?"
"It is so long since I have seen her that I cannot tell," replied he. "Then, my dear, you must read the story over again, and tell me without evasion." "And if he could read it before Mrs. Granby and me, what a compliment that would be to one bride," added the malicious Mrs. Nettleby, "and what a lesson for another!" "Oh, it must be so! it must be so!" cried Griselda.
"Begorrah, yer nose is wrong, sor, and the doctor's roight, as he always is, sor, beggin' yer pardon," said the culprit, confessing his offence in his anxiety to stand up for the medical insight of the chief, with whom he had served before and whose professional pride he knew how to work upon. "It was rhum, sure enough." "You rascal!" shouted out Dr Nettleby.
Amongst these few, I am sorry to say, Corporal Macan distinguished himself, falling a victim to his "ould complaint," by coming aboard on the second day after our arrival in a state of glorious intoxication, despite his solemn promise to Dr Nettleby, through whom the commander had given him permission to land, that he "wouldn't touch a dhrop ov the craythur, not if Ould Nick axed him."
"It is not so much what you did as what you didn't do, youngster," he replied, frankly enough. "You didn't show any funk or make a fuss when you fell overboard, and you did not wish to get your messmates into a scrape when Dr Nettleby he told us this himself in confidence found out the state you were in and made inquiries.
The carpenter, too, stood by the pumps, and Dr Nettleby, with Mr Macgilpin and Mr Leech, the two assistant-surgeons, had all the contents of their surgical cases most murderous-looking instruments they were, too spread out on the wardroom and gunroom tables, as well as plenty of lint and bandages for dressing; while Corporal Macan, with a working party of marines, were told off to act as stretcher bearers, and supply hospital aid to the imaginary wounded.
In another minute or so, Dr Nettleby and his factotum managed to slide down by the aid of the after life-line into the sternsheets of the boat; though, they took their seats in a rather hurried fashion beside the lieutenant and myself. Then, watching our opportunity to lower away, we managed so to time it that the cutter lighted on the crest of one of the rollers.
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