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“I congratulate you very heartily, Will,” Mr. Palethorpe said. “You are fortunate indeed to get such promotion so early.” “I am most fortunate, sir. Though just at present I feel inclined to wish that it hadn’t come quite so soon.” “In answer to your question, Will, I can say that we are home for good.
“I am delighted to see you again, Will,” Mr. Palethorpe said, as he was shown in. “Alice is out at present, but she will be back before long. I must congratulate you on your promotion, which I saw in the Gazette this morning.” “Yes, sir, my good fortune sticks to me, except for this wound, and it is nothing serious and will soon be right again.” “Don’t say good fortune, lad.
Palethorpe had placed in the carriage two gallon jars of spirits and a large quantity of bread, and these he had distributed among the forlorn inhabitants while his men were chopping a road through the trees. When they arrived in the town they beheld a terrible scene of devastation.
“No, it is not a thing that anyone would wish to see a second time. Words cannot describe how terrible they are. I hope, however, if we have one, that it will be a light one, but I am rather afraid of it.” Nothing more was said on the matter till they retired to bed, when Mr. Palethorpe said, half in fun and half in earnest: “I should advise you to have your clothes handy by your bedside, Mr.
Palethorpe remarked presently. “I should think that would be charming. I hope you will be settled at Dulwich long before I come back from my next cruise.” “Well, I don’t know that I can say the same, Will. I hope your next cruise will be a short one.” When dinner was over, the chairs were drawn up to the fire, and Will related his adventures since his return from the West Indies.
He leapt out of bed, seized his clothes, and hurried down. He met Mr. Palethorpe coming from his daughter’s room, carrying her wrapped up in her bed-clothes. They went down together to the front door. Will turned the handle, and the door was blown in with a force that knocked him to the floor.
When he came on deck a little later he found waiting for him a gentleman who advanced with open arms. “Mr. Gilmore,” he said, “my name is Palethorpe. I am the father of the young girl whose life you so gallantly saved when the Northumberland sank.
Palethorpe said that he didn’t care about going, and young people were best left to themselves. When the time came for parting, Will for the first time experienced a feeling of reluctance at joining his ship.
Palethorpe took off his coat and set to work to bind and bandage the limbs and wounds. Alice suggested that a man on horseback should be sent down to the town for a surgeon, but her father pointed out that it would be absolutely useless to do so, as, judging by what they could see, the destruction wrought in the town would be terrible.
Palethorpe asked, for Will had purposely abstained from going to their house after his last interview with his lawyer. “Alice has been imagining all sorts of things: that you had been run over, or had run away with some girl.” “Father! I never thought that for a moment,” his daughter said indignantly, “though I have been very anxious, for it is nearly a fortnight since he was here.”
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