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Ah! draw your breath all hands at sea and ashore, and don't try it again, young gentleman, for there was nothing to spare; when you were missed at the bow two stout hearts quivered for you; Lord Ipsden hid his face in his two hands, Sandy Liston gave a groan, and, when you were grabbed astern, jumped out of his boat and cried: "A gill o' whisky for ony favor, for it's turned me as seeck as a doeg."
Now this was all very pretty; but then seen at a distance of fifty yards it looked very ugly; and Gatty, who had never before known jealousy, the strongest and worst of human passions, was ripe for anything. He met Lord Ipsden, and said at once, in his wise, temperate way: "Sir, you are a villain!" Ipsden. "Plait-il?" Gatty. "You are a villain!" Ipsden. "How do you make that out?" Gatty.
You do nothing, and never will do anything but sketch and hum tunes, and dance and dangle. Forget this folly the day after to-morrow, my dear Ipsden, and, if I may ask a favor of one to whom I refuse that which would not be a kindness, be still good friends with her who will always be "Your affectionate Cousin,
And two-thirds of the distress of the lower orders is owing to this that they are more madly prodigal than the rich; in the worst, lowest and most dangerous item of all human prodigality! Lord Ipsden went to see Mrs.
"I should be happy, Lady Barbara, but I have not brought my music." Lady Bar. "Oh, we are not critical; the simplest air, or even a fragment of melody; the sea and the sky will be a better accompaniment than Broadwood ever made." Miss V. "I can't sing a note without book." Sir H. Talbot. "Your music is in your soul not at your fingers' ends." Lord Ipsden, to Lady Bar.
An Ancient Mariner had been for some minutes standing off and on, reconnoitering Lord Ipsden; he now bore down, and with great rough, roaring cordiality, that made Lady Barbara start, cried out: "Give me your hand, sir give me your hand, if you were twice a lord.
Never was a greater effect produced by a doctor's visit; patient and physician were made for each other. Dr. Aberford was the specific for Lord Ipsden. He came to him like a shower to a fainting strawberry. Saunders, on his return, found his lord pacing the apartment. "Saunders," said he, smartly, "send down to Gravesend and order the yacht to this place what is it?" "Granton Pier. Yes, my lord."
Lady Barbara, who had all her life been longing to see perilous adventures, prayed and trembled and cried most piteously; and Lord Ipsden's back was to her, and he paid no attention to her voice; but when the battle was won, and Lord Ipsden turned and saw her, she clung to his arm and dried her tears; and then the Old Town cheered the boat, and the New Town cheered the boat, and the towns cheered each other; and the Johnstones, lad and lass, set their sail, and swept back in triumph to the pier; so then Lady Barbara's blood mounted and tingled in her veins like fire.
His lordship then touched with his cane the generalissimo's tie, whose countenance straightway fell, as though he had lost three successive battles. Gatty came up. They saluted. "Where is your second, sir?" said the mare'chal. "My second?" said Gatty. "Ah! I forgot to wake him does it matter?" "It is merely a custom," said Lord Ipsden, with a very slightly satirical manner.
Leaving Richard, Lord Ipsden, to work out the Aberford problem to relieve poor people, one or two of whom, like the Rutherford, were grateful, the rest acted it to the life to receive now and then a visit from Christina Johnstone, who borrowed every mortal book in his house, who sold him fish, invariably cheated him by the indelible force of habit, and then remorsefully undid the bargain, with a peevish entreaty that "he would not be so green, for there was no doing business with him" to be fastened upon by Flucker, who, with admirable smoothness and cunning, wormed himself into a cabin-boy on board the yacht, and man-at-arms ashore.
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