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Stobell's eyes began to get large. "I'm feeling quite well," she gasped. "Yes, dear," said Mrs. Chalk, with a threatening glance at her husband. "Of course, we know that. But a voyage would do you good. You can't deny that." Mrs. Stobell, fumbling for her handkerchief, said in a tremulous voice that she had no wish to deny it. Mr. Stobell, appealed to by the energetic Mrs.
Stobell's hospitals, widows, and orphans, he pointed out a score of reasons why the captain should consent, and wound up with a glowing picture of Miss Drewitt as the heiress of the wealthiest man in Binchester. The captain heard him patiently to an end and then shook his head. "I passed my word," he said, stiffly. Mr. Stobell took his pipe out of his mouth again to offer a little encouragement.
"I had two prizes for arithmetic when I was at school," she remarked; "and don't you call me Selina, unless you want to be called Bobbie." A sharp exclamation from Mr. Tredgold stopped all but the first three words of Mr. Stobell's retort, but he said the rest under his breath with considerable relish. "Don't mind him," said Miss Vickers. "I'm half sorry I let him join, now.
Stobell's old boot, slipped thankfully outside. Calmly and deliberately Captain Brisket followed, and the door was closing behind him when it suddenly stopped, and his red face was thrust into the room again. "One thing is," he said, eyeing the speechless Tredgold with sly relish, "she's uncommonly like the Fair Emily we lost. Good night."
"You just keep quiet," said Selina, irritably; "I've not gone quite off my head yet. And don't hum!" Mr. Vickers lapsed into offended silence, and, arrived at Mr. Stobell's, followed his daughter into the hall in so stately a fashion that the maid lately of Mint Street implored him not to eat her.
Chalk, having adjusted her cap in the glass and drawn on her gloves, sat patiently awaiting his return. She even drew a good-natured comparison between the time spent on choosing cigars and bonnets. "There's plenty of time," she said, in reply to an uneasy remark of Mrs. Stobell's. "It's only just three, and we don't sail until four. What is that horrid, clanking noise?"
Captain Brisket regarded him with a beaming smile; Mr. Stobell's two friends waited patiently. "What ud a schooner like that fetch?" inquired Mr. Stobell. "It all depends," said Brisket. "Of course, if I buy " Mr. Stobell held up his hand again. "All depends whether you buy it for us or sell it for the man it belongs to, I s'pose?" he said, slowly. Captain Brisket jumped up, and to Mr.
"The thing Brisket couldn't understand," said Chalk, gaining confidence as he proceeded, "was Stobell's behaviour. He said that he couldn't believe that a man who grumbled at the sea so much as he did could be sailing for pleasure." Mr. Stobell glowered fiercely. "Why didn't you tell us before?" he demanded. "I didn't attach any importance to it," said Mr. Chalk, truthfully.
"I was thinking how odd it would be if the island sank just as they landed upon it." Mr. Chalk, when half-awake next morning, tried to remember Mr. Stobell's remarks of the night before; fully awake, he tried to forget them.
Chalk; "he can talk of nothing else." The captain suppressed a groan, and Mr. Tredgold endeavoured, but without success, to exchange smiles with Miss Drewitt. "Aye, aye," said the captain, desperately. "He's as eager as a child that's going to its first pantomime," continued Mr. Chalk. Mr. Stobell's appearance was so alarming that he broke off and eyed him with growing uneasiness.
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