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A country banker's son sent to public school and university to be educated out of country banking and into nothing else. Captain Bontnor was quite penniless. During his long life he had saved nearly four thousand pounds, and this sum he had placed on deposit with the Somarsh bankers, living very comfortably on the interest. The whole of this was absorbed a mere drop in the financial ocean. Mrs.
So marked was the old sailor's influence on the social affairs at Somarsh that there was a notable revival of literary taste and discussion at the corner of the Lifeboat House, where the local intellect assembled.
The Count looked up with a smile. "You ought to. That was John Craik." The Powers Behind the world that make our griefs our gains. The small town of Somarsh, in Suffolk, consists of one street running up from the so-called harbour. At one end is the railway- station; at the other the harbour and the sea, and that is Somarsh.
"My dearie," the letter ran; and it bore the address Malabar Cottage, Somarsh, Suffolk. "MY DEARIE, Please thank your good husband for his letter to me announcing the birth of your son. I hope the little man is doing well. Make a sailor of him.
"I came down to Somarsh," he said, "because I am deeply distressed at your reverse of fortune. I came to see you, captain, because when I had the pleasure of meeting you at Barcelona I saw you to be a just man, and one to whom one could speak openly. I am a rich man you understand. Need I say more?" Captain Bontnor blinked uncertainly. "No," he answered, "I'm thinkin' it isn't necessary."
There are records that in days gone by in the days of east coast prosperity there was a Mayor of Somarsh, or Southmarsh, as it was then written. But Ichabod! All Somarsh was in the street one morning after Fitz had gone to sea again, and those of the women who were not talking loudly were weeping softly.
At each turn the old sailor paused to cast his eyes over the whole horizon, after the manner of mariners, as if he were steering Somarsh across the North Sea. Thus uncle and niece glided imperceptibly into that mode of life which is called humdrum, and which some wise people consider the best mode of getting through existence.
After five minutes he turned round and his face gave some of them a shock. His kindly blue eyes had a painfully puzzled, incompetent look, which had often come across them in Barcelona and in London. But in Somarsh only Eve was familiar with it.
"Merton's is broke Merton's is broke!" they answered, clearing a way for him to read the notice for himself. In Somarsh Captain Bontnor was considered quite a scholar. As such he might, perhaps, have deciphered the clerkly handwriting in a shorter time than he now required, but on the east coast a reputation is not easily shaken. They waited for the verdict in silence.
This last theory she propounded with a grave assumption of housekeeping knowledge which did not fail to impress Captain Bontnor. The whole town knew of the captain's misfortune, and half the citizens of Somarsh shared in it.
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