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Updated: June 11, 2025
In vain did he in his eagerness for the interests of Mrs. Purfoy clamber up the rocks, and spend hours in solitary soundings in Blackman's Bay. He never found an oyster. "If I don't find something in three or four days more," said he to his mate, "I shall go back again. It's too dangerous cruising here."
"Here, sir," says Miles, fumbling with the lantern. "It's all right, sir. It went out, sir." "Went out! What did you let it go out for, you blockhead!" growled the unsuspecting Pine. "Just like you boobies! What is the use of a light if it 'goes out', eh?" As he groped his way, with outstretched arms, in the darkness, Sarah Purfoy slipped past him unnoticed, and gained the upper deck.
Purfoy had come to them "fully accredited," said the manager with a smile. "But where did she get the money?" asked the magistrate. "I am suspicious of these sudden fortunes. The woman was a notorious character in Hobart Town, and when she left hadn't a penny."
As Frere entered, a little terrier ran barking to his feet. It was evident that he was not a constant visitor. The rustle of a silk dress behind the terrier betrayed the presence of a woman; and Frere, rounding the promontory of an ottoman, found himself face to face with Sarah Purfoy. "Thank you for coming," she said. "Pray, sit down."
Sarah Purfoy laughed; a forced laugh, that sounded so unnatural, that Frere turned to look at her. "I want you to do me a favour a very great favour; that is if it will not put you out of the way." "What do you mean?" asked Frere roughly, pursing his lips with a sullen air. "Favour! What do you call this?" striking the sofa on which he sat. "Isn't this a favour?
Sarah Purfoy was to obtain from Blicks the moneys he held in trust, and to embark the sum thus obtained in any business which would suffer her to keep a vessel hovering round the southern coast of Van Diemen's Land without exciting suspicion. The escape was to be made in the winter months, if possible, in June or July.
In the strange state of society which prevailed of necessity in New South Wales at that period, it was not unusual for assigned servants to marry among the free settlers, and when it was heard that Mrs. Purfoy, the widow of a whaling captain, had married John Carr, her storekeeper, transported for embezzlement, and with two years of his sentence yet to run, no one expressed surprise.
Sarah Purfoy was his wife his erring, lost and yet loved wife. She, an innocent and trusting girl, had determined strong in the remembrance of that promise she had made at the altar to follow her husband to his place of doom, and had hired herself as lady's-maid to Mrs. Vickers.
Half a cup, please." "Miss Purfoy, or Mrs. Rex, as she really was, though I don't suppose Rex is her real name either sugar and milk, I think you said came into a little legacy from an old aunt in England." Mr. Frere gave a little bluff nod, meaning thereby, Old aunt! Exactly. Just what might have been expected. "And left my service.
He saw the two men stare at each other, in mingled incredulity and alarm, and then he was floating down the cool brown river of his boyhood, on his way in company with Sarah Purfoy and Lieutenant Frere to raise the mutiny of the Hydaspes, that lay on the stocks in the old house at Hampstead. The two discoverers of this awkward secret held a council of war.
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