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THE TWO ADMIRALS
morning, sir, I’m certain the ladies would be delighted to give you a seat.”
“Then I will profit by their kindness,” returned Bluewater,
seating himself on the bench at the foot of the staff; “more es­pecially, if you think they will excuse my adding Lord Geoffrey Cleveland, one of Stowel’s midshipmen, to the party. He has entered, to follow my motions, with or without signals.”
Dutton uncovered again, and bowed profoundly, at this
announcement of the lad’s name and rank; the boy himself, taking the salute in an off-hand and indifferent way, like one already wearied with vulgar adulation, while he gazed about him, with some curiosity, at the head-land and flag-staff.
“This a good look-out, sir,” observed the midshipman;
“and one that is somewhat loftier than our cross-trees. A pair of sharp eyes might see every thing that passes within twenty miles; and, as a proof of it, I shall be the first to sing out, ‘sail, ho!’”
“Where-away, my young lord?” said Dutton, fidgeting, as if
he had neglected his duty, in the presence of a superior; “I’m sure, your lordship can see nothing but the fleet at anchor, and a few boats passing between the different ships and the landing!”
“Where-away, sure enough, youngster?” added the admi-
ral. “I see some gulls glancing along the surface of the water, a mile or two outside the ships, but nothing like a sail.”
The boy caught up Dutton’s glass, which lay on the seat,
and, in a minute, he had it levelled at the expanse of water. It was some little time, and not without much sighting along the barrel of the instrument, that he got it to suit himself.
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“Well, Master Sharp-eyes,” said Bluewater, drily, “is it a
Frenchman, or a Spaniard?”
“Hold on, a moment, sir, until I can get this awkward glass
to bear on it. – Ay – now I have her – she’s but a speck, at the best – royals and head of top-gallant-sails – no, sir, by George, it’s our own cutter, the Active, with her square-sail set, and the heads of her lower sails just rising. I know her by the way she carries her gaff.”
“The Active! – that betokens news,” observed Bluewater,
thoughtfully – for the march of events, at that moment, must necessarily brink on a crisis in his own career. “Sir Gervaise sent her to look into Cherbourg.”
“Yes, sir; we all know that – and, there she comes to tell
us, I hope, that Monsieur de Vervillin, has, at last, made up his mind to come out and face us, like a man. Will you look at the sail, sir?”
Bluewater took the glass, and sweeping the horizon, he
soon caught a view of his object. A short survey sufficed, for one so experienced, and he handed the glass back to the boy.
“You have quick eyes, sir,” he said, as he did so; “that is a
cutter, certainly, standing in for the roads, and I believe you may be right in taking her for the Active.”
“’Tis a long way to know so small a craft!” observed Dutton,
who also took his look at the stranger.
“Very true, sir,” answered the boy; “but one ought to tell
a friend as far as he can see him. The Active carries a longer and a lower gaff, than any other cutter in the navy, which is the way we all tell her from the Gnat, the cutter we have with us.”
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“I am glad to find your lordship is so close an observer,” re-
turned the complaisant Dutton; “a certain sign, my lord, that your lordship will make a good sailor, in time.”
“Geoffrey is a good sailor, already,” observed the admiral,
who knew that the youngster was never better pleased, than when he dropped the distance of using his title, and spoke to, or of him, as of a connection; which, in truth, he was. “He has now been with me four years; having joined when he was only twelve. Two more years will make an officer of him.”
“Yes, sir,” said Dutton, bowing first to one, and then to
the other. “Yes, sir; his lordship may well look forward to that, with hisparticular merit, your esteemed favour, and his own great name. Ah! sir, they’ve caught a sight of the stranger in the fleet, and bunting is at work, already.”
In anchoring his ships, Admiral Bluewater had kept them
as close together, as the fog rendered safe; for one of the great difficulties of a naval commander is to retain his vessels in compact order, in thick or heavy weather. Orders had been given, however, for a sloop and a frigate to weigh, and stretch out into the offing a league or two, as soon as the fog left them, the preceding day, in order to sweep as wide a reach of the horizon as was convenient. In order to maintain their ground in a light wind, and with a strong tide running, these two cruisers had anchored; one, at the distance of a league from the fleet, and the other, a mile or two farther outside, though more to the eastward. The sloop lay nearest to the stranger, and signals were flying at her main-royal-mast-head, which the frigate was repeating, and transmitting to the flag-ship of the commander-in-chief. Bluewater was so familiar with all
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the ordinary signals, that it was seldom he had recourse to his book for the explanations; and, in the present instance, he saw at once that it was the Active’s number that was shown. Other signals, however, followed, which it surpassed the rear-admi­ral’s knowledge to read, without assistance; from all which he was satisfied that the stranger brought intelligence of impor­tance, and which could only be understood by referring to the private signal-book.
While these facts were in the course of occurrence, the
coach arrived to convey Mrs. Dutton and Mildred to the Hall. Bluewater now presented himself to the ladies, and was re­ceived as kindly as they had separated from him a few hours before; nor were the latter displeased at hearing he was to be their companion back to the dwelling of Sir Wycherly.
“I fear this summons bodes evil tidings,” said Mrs. Dutton;
“he would hardly think of desiring to see us, unless something quite serious were on his mind; and the messenger said he was no better.”
“We shall learn all, my dear lady, when we reach the Hall,”
returned Bluewater; “and the sooner we reach it, the sooner our doubts will be removed. Before we enter the carriage, let me make you acquainted with my young friend, Lord Geof­frey Cleveland, whom I have presumed to invite to be of the party.”
The handsome young midshipman was well received,
though Mrs. Dutton had been too much accustomed, in early life, to see people of condition, to betray the same deference as her husband for the boy’s rank. The ladies occupied, as usual, the hind seat of the coach, leaving that in front to their male
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companions. The arrangement accidentally brought Mildred and the midshipman opposite each other; a circumstance that soon attracted the attention of the admiral, in a way that was a little odd; if not remarkable. There is a charm in youth, that no other period of life possesses; infancy, with its helpless beau­ty, scarcely seizing upon the imagination and senses with an equal force. Both the young persons in question, possessed this advantage in a high degree; and had there been no other pe­culiarity, the sight might readily have proved pleasing to one of Bluewater’s benevolence and truth of feeling. The boy was turned of sixteen; an age in England when youth does not yet put on the appearance of manhood; and he retained all the ev­idences of a gay, generous boyhood, rendered a little piquant, by the dash of archness, roguery, and fun, that a man-of-war is tolerably certain to impart to a lad of spirit. Nevertheless, his countenance retained an expression of ingenuousness and of sensitive feeling, that was singularly striking in one of his sex, and which, in spite of her beauty of feature, hair, and complex­ion, formed the strongest attraction in the loveliness of Mil­dred; that expression, which had so much struck and charmed Bluewater – haunted him, we might add – since the previ­ous day, by appearing so familiar, even while so extraordinary, and for which he had been unable to recollect a counterpart. As she now sat, face to face with Lord Geoffrey, to his great surprise, the rear-admiral found much of the same character of this very expression in the handsome boy, as in the lovely girl. It is true, the look of ingenuousness and of sensitive feel­ing, was far less marked in young Cleveland, than in Mildred, and there was little general resemblance of feature or counte-
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nance between the two; still, the first was to be found in both, and so distinctly, as to be easily traced, when placed in so close contact. Geoffrey Cleveland had the reputation of being like his mother; and, furnished with this clue, the fact suddenly flashed on Bluewater’s mind, that the being whom Mildred so nearly and strikingly resembled, was a deceased sister of the Duchess, and a beloved cousin of his own. Miss Hedworth, the young lady in question, had long been dead; but, all who had known her, retained the most pleasing impressions equally of her charms of person and of mind. Between her and Bluewa­ter there had existed a tender friendship, in which, however, no shade of passion had mingled; a circumstance that was in part owing to the difference in their years, Captain Bluewa­ter having been nearly twice his young relative’s age; and in part, probably, to the invincible manner in which the latter seemed wedded to his profession, and his ship. Agnes Hed­worth, notwithstanding, had been very dear to our sailor, from a variety of causes, – far more so, than her sister, the Duchess, though she was a favourite – and the rear-admiral, when his mind glanced rapidly through the chain of association, that traced the accidental resemblance of Mildred to this esteemed object, had a sincere delight in finding he had thus been un­consciously attracted by one whose every look and smile now forcibly reminded him of the countenance of a being whom, in her day, he had thought so near perfection. This delight, however, was blended with sadness, on various accounts; and the short excursion proved to be so melancholy, that no one was sorry when it terminated.
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CHAPTER XII
“Nath. Truly, Master Holofernes, the epithets are sweetly varied, like a scholar at the least. But, sir, I assure ye, it was a buck ofthe first head.
Hol. Sir Nathaniel, haud credo.
Bull. ‘Twas not a haud credo, ‘twas a pricket.”
Love’s Labour Lost
Every appearance of the jolly negligence which had been so characteristic of life at Wychecombe-Hall, had vanished, when the old coach drew up in the court, to permit the party it had brought from the station to alight. As no one was expected but Mrs. Dutton and her daughter, not even a footman appeared to open the door of the carriage; the vulgar-minded usually revenging their own homage to the powerful, by manifesting as many slights as possible to the weak. Galleygo let the new­comers out, and, consequently, he was the first person of whom inquiries were made, as to the state of things in the house.
“Well,” said Admiral Bluewater, looking earnestly at the steward; “how is Sir Wycherly, and what is the news?”
“Sir Wycherly is still on the doctor’s list, your honour; and I expects his case is set down as a hard ‘un. We’s as well as can
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be expected, and altogether in good heart. Sir Jarvy turned out with the sun, thof he didn’t turn in ‘till the middle-watch was half gone – or two bells, as they calls ‘em aboard this house – four bells, as we should say in the old Planter – and chickens, I hears, has riz, a shillin’ a head, since our first boat landed.”
“It’s a melancholy business, Mrs. Dutton; I fear there can be little hope.”
“Yes, it’s all that, Admiral Blue,” continued Galleygo, fol­lowing the party into the house, no one but himself hearing a word he uttered; “and ‘twill be worse, afore it’s any better. They tells me potaties has taken a start, too; and, as all the b’ys of all the young gentlemen in the fleet is out, like so many wild lo­custs of Hegypt, I expects nothing better than as our mess will fare as bad as sogers on a retreat.”
In the hall, Tom Wychecombe, and his namesake, the lieu­tenant, met the party. From the formal despondency of the first, every thing they apprehended was confirmed. The last, however, was more cheerful, and not altogether without hope; as he did not hesitate openly to avow.
“For myself, I confess I think Sir Wycherly much better,” he said; “although the opinion is not sanctioned by that of the medical men. His desiring to see these ladies is favourable; and then cheering news for him has been brought back, already, by the messenger sent, only eight hours since, for his kinsman, Sir Reginald Wychecombe. He has sensibly revived since that report was brought in.”
“Ah! my dear namesake,” rejoined Tom, shaking his head, mournfully; “you cannot know my beloved uncle’s constitution and feelings as well as I! Rely on it, the medical men are right;
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and your hopes deceive you. The sending for Mrs. Dutton and Miss Mildred, both of whom my honoured uncle respects and esteems, looks more like leave-taking than any thing else; and, as to Sir Reginald Wychecombe, – though a relative, beyond a question, – I think there has been some mistake in sending for him; since he is barely an acquaintance of the elder branch of the family, and he is of the half-blood.”
Half what, Mr. Thomas Wychecombe?” demanded the vice-admiral so suddenly, behind the speaker, as to cause all to start; Sir Gervaise having hastened to meet the ladies and his friend, as soon as he knew of their arrival. “I ask pardon, sir, for my abrupt inquiry; but, as I was the means of sending for Sir Reginald Wychecombe, I feel an interest in knowing his exact relationship to my host?”
Tom started, and even paled, at this sudden question; then the colour rushed into his temples; he became calmer, and re­plied:
Half-blood, Sir Gervaise,” he said, steadily. “This is an af­finity that puts a person altogether out of the line of succes­sion; and, of course, removes any necessity, or wish, to see Sir Reginald.”
“Half-blood – hey! Atwood?” muttered the vice-admiral, turning away towards his secretary, who had followed him down stairs. “This may be the solution, after all! Do you hap­pen to know what half-blood means? It cannot signify that Sir Reginald comes from one of those, who have no father – all their ancestry consisting only of a mother?”
“I should think not, Sir Gervaise; in that case, Sir Reiginald would scarcely be considered of so honourable a lineage, as
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he appears to be. I have not the smallest idea, sir, what half­blood means; and, perhaps, it may not be amiss to inquire of the medical gentlemen. Magrath is up stairs; possibly he can tell us.”
“I rather think it has something to do with the law. If this out-of-the-way place, now, could furnish even a lubberly attor­ney, we might learn all about it. Harkee, Atwood; you must stand by to make Sir Wycherly’s will, if he says any thing more about it – have you got the heading all written out, as I desired.”
“It is quite ready, Sir Gervaise – beginning, as usual, ‘In the name of God, Amen.’ I have even ventured so far as to describe the testator’s style and residence, &c. &c. – ‘I, Sir Wycherly Wychecombe, Bart., of Wychecombe Hall, Devon, do make and declare this to be my last will and testament, &c. &c.’ Nothing is wanting but the devises, as the lawyers call them. I can man­age a will, well enough, Sir Gervaise, I believe. One of mine has been in the courts, now, these five years, and they tell me it sticks there, as well as if it had been drawn in the Middle Temple.”
“Ay, I know your skill. Still, there can be no harm in just asking Magrath; though I think it must be law, after all! Run up and ask him, Atwood, and bring me the answer in the drawing-room, where I see Bluewater has gone with his con­voy; and – harkee – tell the surgeons to let us know the in­stant the patient says any thing about his temporal affairs. The twenty thousand in the funds are his, to do what he pleases with; let the land be tied up, as it may.”
While this “aside,” was going on in the hall, Bluewater and the rest of the party had entered a small parlour, that was in
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