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Updated: June 22, 2025
One evening, before the day of anticipated bliss arrived, Edgar Vaughan entered Mrs. Grosvenor's drawing-room, where he found that lady and Sylph Etherege. "Only that Sylvia makes no complaint," remarked Mrs. Grosvenor, "I should apprehend that the town air is ill-suited to her constitution. She was always, indeed, a delicate creature; but now she is a mere gossamer. Do but look at her!
This fact had been proved more than once, when he had given commands to men apparently much higher in rank. Following the brilliant victory of the British fleet off Heligoland, in which a number of the Kaiser's most powerful sea fighters had been, sent to the bottom, the Sylph had returned to London for repairs.
So there the matter lay covered up all summer until one afternoon in September, when the old Squire drove to the village to contract for his apple barrels, and I went with him to get a pair of boots. Just as we were starting for home we met Mrs. Kennard. Previously she had often visited us at the farm, but since the death of Sylph she had not come near us.
"A hit!" cried Jack again. A loud British cheer rose above the sound of battle, and the gunners, well pleased with their marksmanship, turned again to their work with renewed vigor. "Lieutenant Templeton on the bridge!" came the command, and Jack hastened to report to Lord Hastings. "What do you make of that last shot, Mr. Templeton?" demanded the commander of the Sylph.
The Butterflies clapped their hands vigorously, in token of their approbation of the pledge, and Tony promised the same thing for his club. "Now we are ready," added Frank. "Keep perfectly cool, and mind all I have said. Ready!" Uncle Ben stood in the bow of the Sylph, with a burning slow match in his hand, ready to discharge the cannon which was to be the signal for starting.
The roof, which had been so popular and populous in the morning, was now so little envied that a fat lady descended from it and wedged herself into a row of the interior where a sylph would have fitted better but might not have added so much to the warmth. No one, myself of the number, thought of getting up, though there were plenty of straps to hang by if one had chosen to stand.
All available guns were turned upon the spot where the submarine was rising. But hardly had the under-sea craft come to the surface than a British ensign was run up. Lord Hastings breathed easier. "Good!" he exclaimed. "I wouldn't care much to encounter a submarine." The commander of the submarine, Captain Nicholson, came aboard the Sylph to pay his respects to Lord Hastings.
We therefore had to wait patiently until the rising tide should enable us with less hazard to get up to the ship. Meantime we took the Sylph in tow, and carried her to within seven hundred yards of the shore, where, dropping her anchor, she got a spring on it, and began firing away at the frigate, so as to riddle her bottom and prevent the possibility of her floating off at high water.
"They can't help themselves. We shall take the Sylph, and every other boat on the lake, with us, so that no one can reach us. Do you understand it?" "I do; but how long do you mean to stay there?" "All the week." "And sleep on the ground?" "We can have a tent." "How will you live?" "We shall carry off enough to eat beforehand."
Her uncle, Major Stanleigh, had left me a few minutes before, and I was glad of the respite from the queer business he had involved me in. The two of us had returned that afternoon from Muloa, where I had taken him in my schooner, the Sylph, to seek out Leavitt and make some inquiries very important inquiries, it seemed, in Miss Stanleigh's behalf.
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