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Updated: June 8, 2025
FitzHenry," murmured the Count. "Now," he said, with a sudden smile which took her by surprise by reason of the alteration it made in the whole man, "will you do me a great favour?" "I should like to," answered Eve, with some hesitation. "And you?" said the Count, turning to Captain Bontnor. "Oh yes," replied that sailor bluntly, "if it's possible."
He paused at the foot of the iron steps to give an order to the man who followed at his heel, and the attitude was Luke's. The onlookers saw at a glance who this must be. The resemblance was startling. There was merely Luke FitzHenry over again, somewhat fairer, a little taller, but the same man.
For Luke FitzHenry has a grudge against the world, and people who have that take a certain pleasure in evil weather. "The finest sailor that ever stepped," reflects the captain of his second officer and he no mean mariner himself.
The second officer remained motionless at his post; he commanded the steersman by a wave of the arm to stay at the wheel, although he knew that the Croonah would never answer her helm again; her travelling days were done. In the dim light now increasing momentarily, Luke FitzHenry looked down upon the wildly confused decks and saw discipline slowly assert itself.
Luke FitzHenry went to sea again on the day appointed for the Croonah to leave London, without so much as a snarl at Fate. It was a great wrench to him to leave Agatha again so soon, in the first full force of his passion. But he left her almost happily. His love for her was rising up and filling his whole existence.
The man was so open and honest that his arguments had nothing underhand or crafty in them. "It sounds very simple," he said. "It is; d d simple! So are the underwriters; but that is not our business. You see, FitzHenry, in all commerce there are a certain number of fools for the wise men to outwit. In marine insurance there are a large number.
Ingham-Baker's imagination was a somewhat ponderous affair, and, when she trusted to it, it usually ran her violently down a steep place. She concluded to say nothing more about the late Admiral FitzHenry. "The boy," said Mrs. Harrington, returning to the hapless Luke, "has had every advantage. I suppose he will try to explain matters when he comes. I could explain it in one word stupidity."
He frequently visited the engine-room, and was always to be seen after meals in, or in the neighbourhood of, the smoking-room, in conversation with one or other of the Croonah's officers, who were generally found to be smoking Carr's cigars. Despite many obvious and rather noisy overtures of friendship, Luke FitzHenry held aloof until the Aden light was left behind.
Hearing by chance that the navigating lieutenant of the Kittiwake was Henry FitzHenry usually known as Fitz Mr. Challoner had written to Minorca from the larger island, introducing himself as the Honourable Mrs. Harrington's cousin, and offering what poor hospitality the Val d'Erraha had to dispense.
Luke FitzHenry was one of these, and Agatha found that in the London ball-room she could take back nothing that she had given on board the Croonah. Luke, it is to be presumed, had old- fashioned theories which have fallen into disuse in these practical modern days wherein we flirt for one night only, for a day, for a week, according to convenience.
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