"Sir," returned Barnabas, "since you are the Lady Cleone's lawful

guardian, it is but right to tell you that I hope to marry her--some

day."

"Marry!" exclaimed the Captain. "Marry my--damme, sir, but you're

cool--I say cool and devilish impudent, and--and--oh, Gad, Cleone!"

"My dear," said she, smiling and stroking her tyrant's shaven cheek,

"why distress ourselves, we can always refuse him, can't we?"

"Ay, to be sure, so we can," nodded the Captain, "but oh! sink

me,--I say sink and scuttle me, the audacity of it! I say he's

a cool, impudent, audacious fellow!"

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"Yes, dear, indeed I think he's all that," said my lady, nodding her

head at Barnabas very decidedly, "and I forgot to tell you that

beside all this, he is the--gentleman who--saved me from my folly

to-night, and brought me back to you."

"Eh? eh?" cried the Captain, staring.

"Yes, dear, and this is he who--" But here she drew down her

tyrant's gray head, and whispered three words in his ear. Whatever

she said it affected the Captain mightily, for his frown changed

suddenly into his youthful smile, and reaching out impulsively, he

grasped Barnabas by the hand.

"Aha, sir!" said he, "you have a good, big fist here!"

"Indeed," said Barnabas, glancing down at it somewhat ruefully,

"it is--very large, I fear."

"Over large, sir!" says my lady, also regarding it, and with her

head at a critical angle, "it could never be called--an elegant hand,

could it?"

"Elegant!" snorted the Captain, "I say pooh! I say pish! Sir, you

must come in and sup with us, my house is near by. Good English beef

and ale, sir."

Barnabas hesitated, and glanced toward Cleone, but her face was

hidden in the shadow of her hood, wherefore his look presently

wandered to the finger-post, near by, upon whose battered sign he

read the words:-TO HAWKHURST. TO LONDON.

"Sir," said he, "I would, most gratefully, but that I start for

London at once." Yet while he spoke, he frowned blackly at the

finger-post, as though it had been his worst enemy.

"London!" exclaimed the Captain, "so you are still bound for the

fashionable world, are ye?"

"Yes," sighed Barnabas, "but I--"

"Pish, sir, I say fiddle-de-dee!"

"I have lately undertaken a mission."

"Ha! So you won't come in?"

"Thank you, no; this mission is important, and I must be gone;" and

here again Barnabas sighed.

Then my lady turned and looked at Barnabas, and, though she uttered

no word, her eyes were eloquent; so that the heart of him was

uplifted, and he placed his hand upon the finger-post as though it

had been his best friend.

"Why then, so be it, young sir," said the Captain, "it remains only

to thank you, which I do, I say which I do most heartily, and to bid

you good-by."




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