Admiral Hay Denver did not belong to the florid, white-haired, hearty

school of sea-dogs which is more common in works of fiction than in the

Navy List. On the contrary, he was the representative of a much more

common type which is the antithesis of the conventional sailor. He was

a thin, hard-featured man, with an ascetic, acquiline cast of face,

grizzled and hollow-cheeked, clean-shaven with the exception of

the tiniest curved promontory of ash-colored whisker. An observer,

accustomed to classify men, might have put him down as a canon of the

church with a taste for lay costume and a country life, or as the master

of a large public school, who joined his scholars in their outdoor

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sports. His lips were firm, his chin prominent, he had a hard, dry eye,

and his manner was precise and formal.

Forty years of stern discipline had made him reserved and silent. Yet, when at his ease with an equal, he could readily assume a less quarter-deck style, and he had a fund

of little, dry stories of the world and its ways which were of interest

from one who had seen so many phases of life. Dry and spare, as lean as

a jockey and as tough as whipcord, he might be seen any day swinging his

silver-headed Malacca cane, and pacing along the suburban roads with the

same measured gait with which he had been wont to tread the poop of his

flagship. He wore a good service stripe upon his cheek, for on one

side it was pitted and scarred where a spurt of gravel knocked up by

a round-shot had struck him thirty years before, when he served in the

Lancaster gun-battery. Yet he was hale and sound, and though he was

fifteen years senior to his friend the Doctor, he might have passed as

the younger man.

Mrs. Hay Denver's life had been a very broken one, and her record upon

land represented a greater amount of endurance and self-sacrifice than

his upon the sea. They had been together for four months after their

marriage, and then had come a hiatus of four years, during which he was

flitting about between St. Helena and the Oil Rivers in a gunboat. Then

came a blessed year of peace and domesticity, to be followed by nine

years, with only a three months' break, five upon the Pacific station,

and four on the East Indian. After that was a respite in the shape of

five years in the Channel squadron, with periodical runs home, and then

again he was off to the Mediterranean for three years and to Halifax

for four.




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