used, you understand,
and not to be abused. That's the whole secret of it. But I'll step down to
the Three Pigeons for half an hour."
"My dear father" cried the young man "you surely are not going out
upon such a night. If you must have brandy could I not send Sarah for
some? Please let me send Sarah; or I would go myself, or--"
Pip! came a little paper pellet from his sister's chair on to the
sketch-book in front of him! He unrolled it and held it to the light.
"For Heaven's sake let him go!" was scrawled across it.
"Well, in any case, wrap yourself up warm," he continued, laying bare
his sudden change of front with a masculine clumsiness which horrified
his sister. "Perhaps it is not so cold as it looks. You can't lose your way,
that is one blessing. And it is not more than a hundred yards."
With many mumbles and grumbles at his daughter's want of foresight,
old McIntyre struggled into his great-coat and wrapped his scarf round
his long thin throat. A sharp gust of cold wind made the lamps flicker
as he threw open the hall-door. His two children listened to the dull fall
of his footsteps as he slowly picked out the winding garden path.
"He gets worse--he becomes intolerable," said Robert at last. "We
should not have let him out; he may make a public exhibition of
himself."
"But it's Hector's last night," pleaded Laura. "It would be dreadful if
they met and he noticed anything. That was why I wished him to go."
"Then you were only just in time," remarked her brother, "for I hear the
gate go, and--yes, you see."
As he spoke a cheery hail came from outside, with a sharp rat-tat at the
window. Robert stepped out and threw open the door to admit a tall
young man, whose black frieze jacket was all mottled and glistening
with snow crystals. Laughing loudly he shook himself like a
Newfoundland dog, and kicked the snow from his boots before entering
the little lamplit room.
Hector Spurling's profession was written in every line of his face. The
clean-shaven lip and chin, the little fringe of side whisker, the straight
decisive mouth, and the hard weather-tanned cheeks all spoke of the
Royal Navy. Fifty such faces may be seen any night of the year round
the mess-table of the Royal Naval College in Portsmouth
Dockyard--faces which bear a closer resemblance to each other than
brother does commonly to brother. They are all cast in a common
mould, the products of a system which teaches early self-reliance,
hardihood, and manliness--a fine type upon the whole; less refined and
less intellectual, perhaps, than their brothers of the land, but full of
truth and energy and heroism. In figure he was straight, tall, and
well-knit, with keen grey eyes, and the sharp prompt manner of a man
who has been accustomed both to command and to obey.
"You had my note?" he said, as he entered the room. "I have to go
again, Laura. Isn't it a bore? Old Smithers is short-handed, and wants
me back at once." He sat down by the girl, and put his brown hand
across her white one. "It won't be a very large order this time," he
continued. "It's the flying squadron business--Madeira, Gibraltar,
Lisbon, and home. I shouldn't wonder if we were back in March."
"It seems only the other day that you landed." she answered.
"Poor little girl! But it won't be long. Mind you take good care of her,
Robert when I am gone. And when I come again, Laura, it will be the
last time mind! Hang the money! There are plenty who manage on less.
We need not have a house. Why should we? You can get very nice
rooms in Southsea at 2 pounds a week. McDougall, our paymaster, has
just married, and he only gives thirty shillings. You would not be afraid,
Laura?"
"No, indeed."
"The dear old governor is so awfully cautious. Wait, wait, wait, that's
always his cry. I tell him that he ought to have been in the Government
Heavy Ordnance Department. But I'll speak to him tonight. I'll talk him
round. See if I don't. And you must speak to your own governor. Robert
here will back you up. And here are the ports and the dates that we are
due at each. Mind that you have a letter waiting for me at every one."
He took a slip of paper from the side pocket of his coat, but, instead of
handing it to the young lady, he remained staring at it with the utmost
astonishment upon his face.
"Well, I never!" he exclaimed. "Look here, Robert; what do you call
this?"
"Hold it
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