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As a hundred Christian people, or more, come from England and from India every fortnight, this inn has been built to accommodate a large proportion of them; and twice a month, at least, its sixty rooms are full. The bells are ringing prodigiously; and Lieutenant Waghorn is bouncing in and out of the courtyard full of business. Il en est capable. Six o'clock bell rings.
At the moment the bus was drawing slowly near to a popular wine-shop. Mr. Nibby whispered to Miss Waghorn, who dropped her eyes and looked demure; whereupon he addressed Gammon. "What do you say to a glass of dry sherry, sir?" "Right you are, sir!" So the omnibus was stopped to allow Miss Waghorn to alight, and all three turned into the wine-shop.
"We ask nothing against the Bible, Mr Waghorn; it's our duty to assist those who are in distress; it's only a poor young woman." "A poor young woman. If she's poor, people don't do such work for nothing; besides, it's wrong, gentlemen I've given up all that, I've a precious soul to look after, and I can't divert my attention from it. I wish you good-bye, gentlemen."
Some time afterwards a monument was put up in Kingston churchyard, to the memory of the brave Admiral Kempenfelt and his ship's company. A court of inquiry was held, when Captain Waghorn was honourably acquitted, and it came out, that in so rotten a state was the side of the ship, that some large portion of her frame must have given way, and it is only a wonder that she did not go down before.
At the end of the table, just where the ivy leaves dropped rather low from their trailing journey across the ceiling, sat Miss Waghorn, her vigorous old face wrapped, apparently, in many apple skins. She was well past seventy, thin, erect, and active, with restless eyes, and hooked nose, the poor old hands knotted with rheumatism, yet the voice somehow retaining the energy of forty.
"Captain Waghorn was: he could not swim; but one of the seamen held him up. The admiral was drowned in his cabin. Captain Waghorn tried to acquaint him that the ship was sinking; but the heeling over of the ship had so jammed the doors of the cabin that they could not be opened." "What became of the lieutenant of the watch and the carpenter?"
I should think it was dreadfully damp and unwholesome. And there is old Mrs. Waghorn's in Abney Park. That is well situated and the grounds are rather nice. But the reception-rooms are poor, I always think. Susan was fond of Mrs. Waghorn. I cannot say I ever cared for her myself; but there is a tower to it, of course." "Ah! we hardly need towers yet, Miss Lovegrove.
"Happy to see you, sir; I wish you joy, Mr Waghorn," replied I, taking his hand. "You're Captain Keene, then, whose letters to the Admiralty Jane has so often read to me in the newspapers. Where have we met? I've heard that voice before." "Indeed sir," replied I, rather confused.
Presenting a three-quarter countenance with a forbearing smile, she answered in the formula of her class: "Oh, I'm sure it's granted." "There now, we're all friends again," said Carrie Waghorn. "Miss Sparkes is living with me for the present, Mr. Gammon. There'll be changes before long" she looked about her with prudish embarrassment "but, of course, we shall be seeing you again.
So Polly turned her back upon Kennington Road, and shook the dust thereof from her feet for ever. Willingly she had accepted a proposal that she should share the room of her friend Miss Waghorn, who was to be married in a month's time to Mr. Nibby, and did not mind a little inconvenience.
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