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Updated: June 29, 2025
Somers was angry with Emilie because she did not thank her for inviting a celebrated singer to her concert; but Emilie had no idea that the singer was invited on her account: of this nothing could convince Mrs. Somers. Another day, she was excessively displeased because Emilie was not so much entertained as she had expected her to be at the installation of a knight of the garter.
The language coined and used then, has continued to our day. Lord Somers, in writing for William III, speaks of the endless and sanguinary wars of that period as wars 'to maintain the liberties of Europe'. There were wars to 'support the Protestant interest', and there were many wars to preserve our old friend 'the balance of power'.
"I beg your pardon for a moment, Creagh," said he; "but perhaps we are getting a little out of the track. What Mr. Somers says is very true. If these men won't work on the road and I don't think they will the responsibility is not on us. That matter has been decided for us." "Men will sooner work anywhere than starve," said Mr. Townsend.
"Of course," smiled Fullerton. "Your orders, sir?" "Lower the power launch. Send a corporal and four marines, and six sailors, armed, beside the boat-handlers. Mr. Somers will take command, as he's the only one of us who knows the fellow Gray by sight." Ensign Fullerton accordingly transmitted the orders, also ordering Midshipman Drake up to the bridge to serve as watch officer in Eph's absence.
"Jack's lighting matches up forward, under the other bench." "What if he is?" "Maybe he thinks he can explode some gasoline and blow us to the surface." "Quit your nonsense," returned Hal almost angrily, "and help me with this job." "I'm waiting to see if Jack is going to let out a maniac yell," grimaced Eph Somers. "Quit your " "Wow! Whoop!" uttered young Benson excitedly.
"I agree to the report, sir," said Somers, "because I don't see that I can do anything else. But to hell with the stripes under false pretences and don't you try playing that sort of thing off on me." "As you like," replied Boyce, unruffled. "Provided we understand each other on the main point."
Somers, the head accountant, with a grave bow, always verified the sealed delivery slip of the funds, and compared it with the returned bank books, carefully filing away all these in his own private safe with Clayton's returned list of Western and Southern exchange.
He was asked to dinner by learned judges, and invited to balls by their ladies. In Chancery Lane, at the house of Sir Joseph Jekyll, Master of the Rolls, he met Mrs. Lygon, a beauteous and wealthy widow, whose father was a country squire, and whose mother was the sister of the great Lord Somers.
He wheeled about, then clutched at the edge of the cabin table, most unsteadily. "We-e-ll," admitted Somers, reluctantly, "Mr. Mayhew said he would want to question you some, perhaps, this morning." "What did he say? Out with it all, Eph!" A moment before Jack Benson had been pallid enough. Now, two bright, furious spots burned in either cheek.
Eph Somers had left the craft, while still below surface, by means of the clever trick worked out by Jack Benson and his comrades, as described in "The Submarine Boys' Trial Trip." Almost instantly the manhole cover was thrown open. Jack Benson, natty as a tailor's model, in his newest uniform, stepped out on deck, waving his hand to the gunboat.
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