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"Starboard your helm," the captain said, to the man at the wheel. "Lay her head due east." "I fancy the wind is dying away, sir," Mr. Probert said. "So long as it don't come a stark calm, I don't care," the captain replied. "That would be the worst thing that could happen, for we should have the frigate's boats after us; but a light breeze would suit us, admirably."
"Then I shall be ready in a minute," Bob said, running below; and it was not much more before he reappeared, with a small handbag. "I shall see you again tomorrow, Mr. Probert. I shall be here about our luggage;" and he took his place in the boat beside the others, who had already descended the ladder. "And you have had a pleasant voyage, Bob?" Captain O'Halloran asked.
This attempt was of course vain, and after a moment he resumed: "Will you keep me as a friend?" "Why Mr. Flack, OF COURSE I will!" cried the easy creature. "All right," he replied; and they presently overtook their companions. Gaston Probert made his plan, confiding it only to his friend Waterlow whose help indeed he needed to carry it out.
Gaston had explained, and he had still further to expound what he meant by the old game. The brand-newness of Charles Waterlow's game had already been a bewilderment to Mr. Probert. Francie remembered now she had forgotten it Margaret de Cliche's having told her she meant to come again. She hoped the marquise thought by this time that, on canvas at least, she looked a little more like a lady.
Probert whispered to Frank. "Of course they were unanimous about the smugglers, but I expect they differed as to the others. It is lucky that the Colonel is in the chair. Harrington is a mild little fellow, and Faulkner would be able to twist him round his finger if there were only the two of them, but there is no fear of that with the Colonel there to keep him straight."
The next morning when Bob went on deck he found that the wind had dropped, and the brig was scarcely moving through the water. "This is a change, Mr. Probert," he said to the first mate, who was in charge of the deck. "Yes, and not a pleasant one," the officer replied. "I don't like the look of the sky, either. I have just sent down to the captain, to ask him to step on deck." Bob looked round.
It may as well be said at once that his prevision was soon made good and that in the course of a fortnight old Mr. Probert and his daughters alighted successively at the Hotel de l'Univers et de Cheltenham. Francie's visit with her intended to Mme. de Brecourt bore exactly the fruit her admirer had foretold and was followed the very next day by a call from this lady.
"I should like to get hold of Florine!" "I DID I did tell him so!" Francie repeated with all her fevered candour, alluding to her statement of a moment before and speaking as if she thought the circumstance detracted from the offence. "So did I so did we all!" said Mme. de Cliche. "And will he suffer as you suffer?" Francie continued, appealing to Mr. Probert. "Suffer, suffer?
Francie exclaimed; upon which Gaston Probert declared that they were as delightful as possible. It was in these amenities that George Flack found them engaged; but there was none the less a certain eagerness in his greeting of the other guest, as if he had it in mind to ask him how soon he could give him half an hour.
Every one hated her." "Except those, I suppose, who liked her too much!" Mr. Flack permitted himself to guess. "And who's Mme. de Villepreux?" he proceeded. "She's the daughter of Mme. de Marignac." "And who's THAT old sinner?" the young man asked. "Oh I guess she's dead," said Francie. "She used to be a great friend of Mr. Probert of Gaston's father." "He used to go to tea with her?"
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