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Stoddart, I am sure, will excuse you," said the skipper kindly, and turning to me he added: "You, Haldane, run down and tell Stoddart we want all the steam we can get. He won't spare the engines, I know, when he knows the circumstances of the case, and you will explain matters!"
And in the expectant hush before the appearance of the fielding side, I still recall the Yorkshire accent of the Surrey Poet, hawking his latest lyric on some "Great Stand by Mr. Webbe and Mr. Stoddart," and incidentally assuring the crowd that Cambridge was going to win because everybody said Oxford would.
sang that good old angler, now with God, Mr. Thomas Tod Stoddart. But between Holy Lee and Clovenfords you may see half a dozen rods on every pool and stream. There goes that leviathan, the angler from London, who has been beguiled hither by the artless "Guide" of Mr. Watson Lyall. There fishes the farmer's lad, and the schoolmaster, and the wandering weaver out of work or disinclined to work.
"There is your guinea," said he, a little mortified. "No," I answered. "I do not feel at liberty to take it, because, to tell the truth, the last was a mere guess, nothing more." Mr Stoddart looked relieved. "You are more honest than most of your profession," he said. "But I am far more pleased to offer you the guinea upon the smallest doubt of your having won it." "I have no claim upon it."
The one thing is, whether we are letting God have His own way with us, following where He leads, learning the lessons He gives us. I wished that Mr Stoddart had been with me during these two visits.
"The poor young lady keeps up as well as she can before her mother; but Jane do say there's a power o' crying done in her own room." Partly to hide my emotion, partly with the sudden resolve to do something, if anything could be done, I said: "I will call on Mr Stoddart this evening. I may hear something from him to suggest a mode of action."
He is being "played" with such a fishing- line as the skill of a Wilson or a Stoddart never could invent; a living line, with elasticity beyond that of the most delicate fly- rod, which follows every lunge, shortening and lengthening, slipping and twining round every piece of gravel and stem of sea- weed, with a tiring drag such as no Highland wrist or step could ever bring to bear on salmon or on trout.
"Who is that gentleman," I asked, "who came out just now?" "That is Mr Stoddart, sir," he answered. I thought I had heard the name in the neighbourhood before. "Is it he who plays the organ?" I asked. "That he do, sir. He's played our organ for the last ten year, ever since he come to live at the Hall." "What Hall?" "Why the Hall, to be sure, Oldcastle Hall, you know."
Meanwhile you have much to say to me, and it is, of course, your right to hear every detail of his case that I can give. And here we are at Wimpole Street. Now come into my consulting-room. Stoddart has orders that we are on no account to be disturbed." The doctor's room was very quiet.
Joseph Wolff found it hard to get away from Bokhara. He was kept a long while in prison, and he feared he should be slain; for when he asked the Amir to give him the bones of Stoddart and Conolly to take to England, this was the Amir's answer: "I shall send YOUR bones!" Yet, after all, he was permitted to leave Bokhara, the Lord graciously inclining the tyrant to let him go.
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