Dr. Maturin had certain practices that he would have condemned in others as unhealthy, self-indulgent and even immoral, such as the smoking of tobacco and Indian hemp (or bhang), the drinking of alcohol in all its forms from mild ale to brandy, the taking of opium and coca, and the frequent inhalation of nitrous oxide; but in his own case he had nothing to say against any of them. Indeed, he judged their effects wholly beneficial: and this was because he never (or very rarely) countenanced the least excess. Yet there was still another practice that he had often abandoned as improper, and had as often taken up again in spite of the p.r.i.c.ks of conscience: this was the keeping of a diary - harmless enough in almost all cases and even benign; but not in that of an intelligence-agent. As he knew very well, it might be captured, explanations might be demanded, the code might even be broken, exposing his colleagues, his allies and informers. This was an extremely unlikely event, since he knew many languages and used them all; yet even so it was with a feeling of guilt that he now opened his bag and drew out a very small book - the volumes had grown smaller, more rapidly disposable, with the years, and the writing so minute that few ordinary eyes could read it at all, while Stephen himself had to wear powerful spectacles.
"After long consideration," he wrote, "I think I must treat the whole of Blaine"s remarks about Horatio and his inferences as confidential." And having written this, together with an outline of what was permissible, with his crow-quill he leant back and reflected upon the manner in which he should keep the whole transaction on a purely naval basis. He reflected long upon Jack"s character, its curiously unworldly aspects, its frankness; and having walked up and down for some time, scratching himself, he said, "I think it can be done," and went to bed.
The next day - such a pretty day, with dew sparkling on the lawn - William Reade came over, with most encouraging news from the yard. Young Mr. Seppings was delighted that his father"s diagonal bracing had stood up so well; her bottom, inspected very closely in the slip at low tide, was as sound as a bell; and he would undertake to make her bows sounder than a whole chime of them in ten working days. But he must insist that no officer, no carpenter or carpenter"s mate, and no bosun or bosun"s mate should come aboard. He would undertake to find perfectly suitable food and lodging for all hands - in Pompey itself for the officers if need be - but he and his shipwrights must be left to work without advice, however kindly meant. And if Captain Aubrey agreed, he had but to send word by the fishmonger"s cart and they would start tomorrow.
There was no hunting or real shooting at this time of year, but there was cricket and there was fishing, and some very beautiful days they had at both, for Stephen, having at last grasped the principles of the complex game, turned his old skill at hurling to great account, striking the ball all round the field and running between the wickets like a man demented, shrieking to Padeen (his frequent partner) as he went.
Yet on an unlucky Friday a messenger came over from Portsmouth, where the semaph.o.r.e had received a signal to the effect that Captain Aubrey"s presence was required in London forthwith. His officers, most of whom were now staying in the house, together with some of the midshipmen far from home and Jack"s half-brother Philip, sympathised with him very much indeed as he and Stephen left in a post-chaise, and a.s.sured him that they would do their very best to crush the village eleven in tomorrow"s match.
But this was not the war-time Admiralty: there were night-porters on duty, to be sure, and a junior officer was summoned to receive them: but he very much regretted that Sir Joseph was not expected until Monday, and most unfortunately he was gone into the country. The official could not absolutely a.s.sert it but he thought there was some question of very recent charts becoming available.
"Well," said Jack, as they walked out, "in a world as unsteady on its feet as this, let us hope that Black"s will at least give us supper and a bed. Wilson," - this to the porter - "be a good fellow and hail us a coach, will you? And put our bags aboard."
"Where to, sir?"
"Oh, Black"s, in St. James"s Street."
Here indeed they were properly received: beds were promised, and they hurried upstairs to drink a gla.s.s of wine while their supper was preparing. Although the club was fairly empty, this being Friday, there were several people they knew, and it was some time before they were called away to their table.
"Lord, that went down well," said Jack, gazing upon a rigorously empty plate: and to the waiter, "Charles, would you get me some toasted cheese? I know the Doctor will eat sherry-trifle, but I should like toasted cheese, done to the very point of perfection."
"Point of perfection it is, sir," said Charles.
Charles had not been gone three or four minutes and Jack was considering his decanter - were two full gla.s.ses there? - when he became aware of a tall, bulky form in the candlelight: a man who had stopped just short of their table. Glancing up, he saw the Garter ribbon, recognised the Hanoverian face, and stood up; Stephen with him.
"Captain Aubrey, good evening to you, sir. Doctor, good evening." Turning to Jack, he went on, "My name is Clarence, sir. You may not remember me, but I had the honour of meeting you just after your magnificent cutting-out of the Diane."
"I remember it perfectly, Your Highness."
Prince William laughed in a rather confused manner as Charles edged round him with the trifle and the toasted cheese. "The odd thing is that I was thinking of you just this very afternoon - and now here you are! Ha, ha! Some little while ago an Admiralty friend told Dr. Maturin that I took an interest in a deceased shipmate"s boy. I do not know whether the Doctor has mentioned him to you? His name is Horatio..."
"He could not have a better, sir," said Jack, looking rather sternly at his toasted cheese, rapidly losing its perfect crust.
"Horatio Hanson: Hanson was lost in Serapis..." Prince William went on at some length about that particular storm and his service with Nelson in the West Indies. Then recollecting himself he said, "But I am keeping you from your dinner - keeping you standing - a shocking thing to do to an officer of your distinction - forgive me. Would you do me the honour of taking coffee with me when you have finished? There is no sort of hurry."
They said they should be very happy, and when he had gone the necessary three or four yards they sat down again. When Jack had picked at his ruined cheese for a while he drank the rest of his wine and said, "There is something very amiable in taking care of a former shipmate"s son."
"Certainly there is."
"You did not tell me he formed part of the Admiralty?"
"Did I not?"
"Well, it don"t greatly signify: I shall tell him just what I told you between Haslemere and Guildford - that I cannot take sucklings on such a voyage. Come to think of it," said Jack after a pause, "I have heard that he is very good to his old ratings in Greenwich. Shall we go?"
The Duke had taken a discreet place in the far corner, and although his voice was naturally loud, as became a sailor, the room could have had many more people in it without inconvenience. He was clearly nervous; and since with fat men anxiety is often turned into sweat, his large face glistened. "Roger, you wh.o.r.eson b.u.g.g.e.r, where is that f.u.c.king coffee?" he called to a waiter as they approached: then "Gentlemen," making a half motion as if to rise, "let me beg you to take some brandy. Pray sit down. Roger, you swab, the best old Nantz."
The coffee arrived, the brandy immediately after, and there was an awkward pause. Jack, having sipped his coffee, broke it by saying, "Your Highness, Dr. Maturin did speak to me about Horatio and your wish that he should go to sea in the midshipmen"s berth of Surprise."
"Yes. I should like to give him the very best start, under a captain for whom I have the greatest respect - a right seaman."
"You are altogether too kind, sir. But as far as seamanship is concerned, I do not believe I could tell you anything about ship-handling." The Duke looked extremely pleased, and took a great draught of brandy. Jack went on, "But, sir, I told the Doctor just what I shall tell you now, if I may -plain frankness is best between sailors-"
"Hear him, hear him," said Clarence.
"I told him that the contemplated voyage is long and of its nature perilous - fifty and even sixty degrees of south lat.i.tude, sir, apart from anything else - and that my midshipmen"s berth must necessarily be a hard berth. There are some youngsters aboard at present whom I shall send home, as too tender. A hard berth, with no favours. And of course I must have a good look at him first, to see whether we suit one another or not: there must be good feeling on both sides where a very long voyage is concerned. So since you, sir, who are a sailor, take so respectable an interest in this boy, and if what I have said does not disturb you, may I suggest that you should send him with a servant to the Grapes, an inn where Maturin and I often stay in the Liberties of the Savoy-"
"Why not here?"
"Because, sir," said Jack, looking him full in the face, "this is a place frequented by public men - I dare say we have at least half the Opposition, or more, and several ministers -and I do not wish it to be supposed that I am in any way currying favour with the Court. With the utmost respect, Your Highness, I am not, most emphatically not doing so. If Horatio and I like one another, and if I think him fit to make the voyage and fit to be a sea-officer eventually, I shall take him. Otherwise I shall not."
"Well, sir, that is frankness indeed," said Clarence, looking from one to the other, somewhat taken aback. He wiped his nose with the back of his forefinger - a gesture familiar to Stephen - then after a short silence, he said, "And I thank you for it. When should you like to see the boy?"
"At half-past two o"clock on Monday, sir, if you please."
At twenty-nine minutes past two on Monday, Lucy tapped at their sitting-room door and said, "If you please, sir, there is a man in black downstairs with a young gentleman. Shall I show them up? And Doctor, the apothecary asks if you could do with another bottled asp."
Jack said, "Pray show them up." Stephen said, "By all means: let him send it round."
The visitors walked in. Jack said, "Mr. Hanson, pray take a seat," and to the other, a discreet upper servant, "I shall probably be about an hour with Mr. Hanson: do you choose to wait in the snug, or shall I send him home in a chaise or a hackney?"
"I had rather wait, sir, if you please."
The boy, a slim, fair, rather good-looking youth of about fifteen, was pitifully nervous - he also seemed to have at least the beginning of a cold - and he watched the disappearance of his only ally with a barely-concealed anguish: but he gathered his courage and addressing Jack he said, "Sir, my Uncle William sends you his good-day: he told me that you had very, very kindly agreed to receive me, to judge..." he faltered, but then began again, "... to judge whether I might be admitted to your midshipmen"s berth."
"So I did," said Jack, as kindly as he could. "And first I should like to ask you some questions to get an idea of how far you have advanced. Since you have not yet been to sea I shall not trouble you with sails and rigging, but I dare say you already know that the mathematics are of the first importance to a sea-officer?"
"Yes, sir."
"You know the elements of arithmetic, I am sure; but have you learnt any algebra and geometry?"
"A little, sir. I can manage the quadratic equation fairly well, and I am tolerably forward in Euclid."
"Could you define a hypotenuse offhand?"
"Oh yes, sir," said Horatio, smiling for the first time.
Jack drew the familiar figure and said, "Now tell me how it can be shown that the square on the hypotenuse is equal to the sum of the squares on the other two sides, will you?"
Horatio did so, his voice growing clearer and more conn-dent; and Stephen"s attention wandered. Remotely he heard the boy tell the nature of a secant, a cosecant, a tangent and cotangent, a sine and its fellow; and when next he took notice they were talking with real animation about such astronomy as Horatio and his grandfather"s curate, Mr. Walker, had managed to accomplish with a home-made refracting instrument just powerful enough for the moons of Jupiter, the delightful moons of Jupiter, on a clear and moonless night. Stephen let his eyelids droop.
"Sir," said Horatio gently in Stephen"s ear, laying a hand upon his arm. "I believe the Captain is speaking to you."
Stephen was not much given to lying, but he was as reluctant as any other man to admit that he had been asleep: he now strongly affirmed "that he had been meditating on some of the Pythagoreans" wilder statements."
"Doctor," said Jack, "may I beg you to address Mr. Hanson in French and Latin? Perhaps Greek would be coming it rather high, for a sea-officer. Do you know any Greek, Mr. Hanson?"
"No, sir," said Mr. Hanson, with a particularly charming and happy smile. "Only the alphabet: but I was going to start next year with Mr. Walker. Greek, and even Hebrew."
While Stephen and Hanson were prosing away in French and Latin according to the curious English p.r.o.nunciation, Jack made a rough draft of his promised letter. He had almost finished it when he heard the sounds of a good-natured conclusion on the other side of the room. "There," he said, standing up, "I have almost reached the end, and I shall finish when the Doctor has told me what he thinks: so if you would like to walk about for half an hour - the river and its shipping is just down the way - I shall put my draft into proper shape for your Uncle William - what is that infernal row?"
It was Sarah and Emily, back from school and over-excited by their new boots: they burst in, kissed Stephen, kissed Jack, and then gazed at the wholly unexpected Horatio, who gazed back with at least equal surprise.
"My dears," said Stephen, "this is Mr. Hanson, who may be going to sea: Mr. Hanson, these are my G.o.d-daughters, Sarah and Emily. And since you have half an hour to spare, I am sure they would show you the delights of the river, which they know intimately well."
"How they have shot up," said Jack, as the boots went clattering down. "Dear little souls: I remember them as poor puling little objects, fit only for bait. Now I must hurry with my fair copy - but first tell me what you think of the boy."
"He seems to me an agreeable, ingenuous, well-bred youth: his French is well above the English average, and his Latin is acceptable."
"I am very glad of that. I tell his uncle that he has a surprising grasp of mathematics, particularly those applied to navigation and astronomy. He already has the basis of a sea-officer. He takes a real pleasure - more than pleasure -in those studies, and I say that subject to the ordinary allowance of a hundred a year and a proper outfit, I should be happy to take him, all the more since you have said that his French is quite good and his Latin pa.s.sable. But before binding myself fully I feel that a few words with His Highness are called for: so since I am cruelly pressed for time, I beg for an early interview tomorrow morning. Do you think that covers the ground?"
"Admirably, my dear. While you write it fair I shall see what we are to have for dinner."
It was a pair of fowls. But before they could be put down to the fine bright fire, Horatio and the little girls came back, obviously great friends. Horatio hurried upstairs. "I do hope, sir, that I am neither early nor late? My Uncle has always said that the Navy absolutely insisted upon punctuality."
"No," said Jack, "you are to the minute. Now here is a letter for your Uncle: in it I say that as far as I am concerned I should be happy to have you aboard." The boy flushed, and his chin trembled. "But of course, the final decision rests with him. If he agrees with my conditions, I have suggested an appointment for the Portsmouth coach on Sat.u.r.day. Here is the letter: it also says that I should like to wait on him early tomorrow morning. Perhaps he would send a servant to appoint the time? Now cut along - you must not keep him from his dinner."
Early the next morning at Fladong"s hotel Clarence was waiting at the top of the stairs, and he saw with some concern that Captain Aubrey"s face, usually brown from the wind and the sun, was now a disagreeable yellow, his eyes dark-rimmed, and his expression, though properly deferential, by no means as amiable as it had been yesterday: this was the result of a late leave-taking feast with old shipmates and measureless wine, but the cause did not occur to the Duke, for whom Jack Aubrey was not only one of the most successful fighting captains but also the very type of virtue. "Pray come in and take a seat," he said; and then, after a pause, "I cannot tell you how your letter pleased me: but may I ask whether you choose to take him?"
"Well, sir, he seems to me a thoroughly good boy, and I should be happy to take him: but on condition that he is treated as an ordinary reefer. I should deplore the presence of any senior officer when he comes aboard." (Clarence had long since reached flag-rank.) "It might have an appearance of favouritism, which is very much disliked in a company of young men who usually have little influence and less money, and who are likely to lead the favoured youth -particularly a first-voyager - a miserable time of it. And although there are some eminent exceptions" - with a bow - "I have very rarely known a privileged midshipman of that kind make a good officer. And in pa.s.sing I may say that I shall warn him very strongly against the least hint of influential friends or connexions."
"I entirely agree with you, sir," said Clarence. "I myself felt the weight of influence very strongly, and many, many a time did I tell myself that I should never have been made post without I was King George"s son."
"Oh, sir, I am sure you should," said Jack, in answer to a singularly touching look. "At one time we were alongside Pegasus in the West Indies, and I never beheld a frigate in better order."
"Why, to be sure," said Clarence, positively bridling, "that is very kind of you to say so, upon my word it is. May I call for a pot of coffee?"
"Not for me, sir, I thank you."
Clarence raised his head, listening. "I think that is the boy on the landing," he said. "If that is your only condition, I accept it fully, with all my heart." He shook Jack"s hand and then opened the door. "Come in, Horatio," he called. "We are quite agreed, and in his great goodness Captain Aubrey will take you aboard Surprise."
"Oh thank you, sir: thank you very much indeed," cried the boy, intensely moved. "I am sure my dear Uncle must have been very happy to hear it."
He certainly looked very happy, though strangely moved, when he brought Horatio to the White Horse, with a bowed porter carrying the new sea-chest. "I am so very glad to see you, Aubrey," he called. "So very glad to have read your letter over again - admirably well put - and of course I agree to all you have said: admirably well put. Your servant, Doctor. And I a.s.sure you, I am most uncommonly obliged... but forgive me, I beg, if I run away. There is Mornington waiting for me on the other side, and I absolutely cannot bear partings." With this, having wrung Jack"s hand yet again, he did in fact literally run, moving heavily and thrusting his way through the crowd.
Horatio looked a little nonplussed: but at this moment Jack called out, "Mr. Daniel! There you are: good morning to you. I have four insides, so heave your chest into the boot and get aboard. But first let me introduce Mr. Hanson, who is joining your berth." The young men shook hands. "He is only a first-voyager, but he already has a pretty sense of number, and I hope you will agree very well."
People were getting in, crawling like spiders on to the roof; friends pressed closer, some calling out farewells; and a much louder voice cried "Get out of my f.u.c.king way, you b.l.o.o.d.y cuckolds," and Clarence heaved through the throng, mounted the steps, said "G.o.d bless you, Horatio," bent over him, pressed something into his hand and backed out, stammering something to Jack about "... present... forgotten... thank..." And painful it was to see that large pale glabrous face fairly aswim with tears.
"Let go," called the coachman, and in a moment the whole ma.s.sive affair was under way, contributing to the general roar of Sat.u.r.day"s traffic - an exceptionally noisy and crowded Sat.u.r.day, so that it was not until the coach was running over the newly-smoothed and comparatively silent road across Putney Heath that there was any real conversation - Horatio, much moved, had said nothing at all but "Yes, sir," or "No, sir." But now, during this quiet running, and during a lull in what little talk there was, a clear small bell struck eleven, and Horatio gazed with amazement at the packet Uncle William had thrust into his hand. In the listening silence Stephen"s own repeater uttered the faintest echo of the chime from his fob. "I believe, sir," he said, taking out the watch, "that you have much the same machine as I. May we compare them?"
They were both indeed Breguet repeating watches, wonderfully accurate, wonderfully resistant - Stephen"s had been with him (sometimes captured, sometimes restored) years without number and its minute voice had accompanied him through many a sleepless night. "When we sit down to our dinner," he said, "which, with the blessing, will be at Guildford, I will show you how mine can be adjusted for fast and slow, loud or soft for chime, repet.i.tion and alarm. They are truly wonderful little machines."
"Yes, indeed, sir," said Horatio, and he gazed at its elegant dial, its creeping hands, almost all the way to Guildford, only pausing now and then to ask Daniel, whose kindness he sensed at once, questions about naval life. "So I am not really a midshipman at all?" he asked, when the others were busy talking.
"No. Seeing you are joining a frigate, where there is not much room, you will be a member of the midshipmen"s berth, and seeing that you are quite old, you will not be treated as a youngster, although this is your first voyage: but on Surprise"s books you will be a first-cla.s.s volunteer -a volunteer of the first cla.s.s - and you will not be a full-blown mid until the Captain promotes you. Still, you wear a mid"s uniform, and you walk the quarterdeck: you are only the first term in a progression, to be sure, but you do belong to it; and that is the great thing."
Progressions, arithmetic, geometric, or just plain physical tend to be very long; and as far as the emotionally worn-out Horatio Hanson was concerned, this first term in his particular sequence would have seemed almost eternal, but for the successive rea.s.suring chimes in his bosom. Jack had asked the coachman to stop at the Hind, where they had a little more to eat and then piled into two local post-chaises with their sea-chests and night-bags for the last leg to Woolcombe.
It had indeed been a long and weary journey for Horatio, with much nervous strain before, during and after it, when he was presented to the Captain"s family and a large a.s.sortment of his future shipmates, some of them, like the master, almost unbelievably old, others belonging to the berth. The supper and the trial of long corridors unknown, a vast strange bedroom and uncertainty whether he might use the chamber-pot.
But what wonders a long night can work: and a huge breakfast in the company of primarily naval people, none of them at all forbidding, most of them benign. The ease and calm authority of the Captain"s daughters and the casual way in which young George wandered to and from the sideboard, helping himself to an improbable number of things, impressed him deeply, but not so much as Mr. Whewell"s play-by-play history of how the house team had indeed crushed the village, in spite of their parson, by eighteen runs.
But this satisfactory account was wholly set aside by Hard-ing"s arrival, with the words "Sir, we float!" which were instantly understood by Captain Aubrey and all his officers to mean that Mr. Seppings had finished well before his promised time, that the frigate was moored in the fairway, with the sheer-hulks standing by to restore her masts and the bosun on hot coals to get back to rigging her.
They were words that released an extraordinary amount of energy among the sailors, a decently-restrained grief in Sophie, less decently in her children, and not at all in Brigid, who had to be led from the room. All this distressed the men: it did not interrupt their extremely rapid movement -co-ordinated movement, some going almost by instinct rather than order to their various stations with what speed horses, wheeled vehicles or plain feet could command; some, the best-mounted, to Portsmouth to prepare those ordinarily slow-moving local minds for the laying-in of stores: powder and shot, salt beef, salt pork, beer, biscuit, rum, the necessary water, some linear miles of ropes and cordage and square miles of sailcloth; carpenter"s stores, bosun"s stores - all those innumerable objects that even a modest man-of-war required for a voyage of enormous length: even the common rhubarb purgative amounted to seven casks.
CHAPTER FOUR.
At four bells in the morning watch, Captain Aubrey, in a tarpaulin jacket, his long fair hair, as yet unplaited, streaming over the frigate"s larboard quarter, came on deck, glanced at the grey, rainfilled sky, saw a tall curling wave break over the starboard bow, dodged at least some of the water that came racing aft along the gangway, and said, "Good morning, Mr. Somers: I think we may omit the ceremony of washing the decks today. The heavens seem to be looking after it for us."
"Good morning, sir," said the second lieutenant. "Yes, sir." And directing his powerful voice forward, "Stow swabs, there."
Turning, Jack saw a slim, smiling, soaked figure saluting him. "Why, Mr. Hanson, how are you? Put your hat on again. And are you recovered?"
"Yes, sir, I thank you: quite well again." "I am very glad of it. I think we are through the worst of the blow - you see the lightening sky two points on the starboard bow? And if you feel quite well before division we might make an attempt on the mizzen masthead." "Oh yes, sir, if you please."
Jack, having towelled himself moderately dry, returned to his still-warm cot and lay there comfortably, rocked by the measured crash and sweep of the tons of water that broke on the starboard bow. Surprise was now heading south-by-west, almost close-hauled under reefed topsails, on a strong but irregular and probably dying west wind: they had cleared the Channel at last, after many days of wearisome beating - they no longer had Ushant and the dreadful reefs he had known so well during the Brest blockade under their lee; and apart from being struck by lightning or by some demented merchantman they had nothing much to fear until they were off Cape Ortegal, which had very nearly drowned him as a midshipman in Latona, 38. However, there were still some hundreds of miles to leeward, and with that comforting reflection and the beat and tremble of the waves he drifted off again until seven bells, when he woke entirely, to bright daylight, a diminished sea, and the disagreeable face of Kil-lick, his steward, bringing hot water for shaving. For once Killick had no bad news of any kind to report, which probably accounted for his more than usually surly mutter in reply to Jack"s greeting; though on reflection he did recall that the Doctor had fallen out of his cot at some time in the middle watch and had been lashed in so tight by Mr. Wantage that he would certainly be late for breakfast.
Breakfast, whose delectable scents were wafting into the great cabin as Jack shaved in the quarter-gallery just at hand, was a good hearty meal to which he often invited one of the officers who had stood the morning watch: but today, in view of the very rough night they had had, and in view of Stephen"s cursed snappishness at having been so bitterly constrained - seven double turns and scarcely a breath a minute - he thought they should eat alone.
This they did; and the customary eggs and bacon, toast with Sophie"s marmalade, and above all pot after pot of coffee, had their civilising influence, and Dr. Maturin even said, "Before I make my rounds, I may well shave."
Several witty replies occurred to Captain Aubrey, but in his friend"s precarious state of temper he risked none of them, only replying, "What do you think of young Hanson"s state at present? He stood his watch perfectly well last night."
"Hanson? Oh yes, Hanson: he made a very quick recovery, as the young so often do. I attribute it largely to my Vera Cruz jalap: most of the others in the sick-bay were on the various kinds of rhubarb, Aleppo and Smyrna Turkey roots, and the best Russian, with some from Banbury: and perhaps half a dozen of them are still in a sad state of flux."
"Surely you do not experiment on your patients, Stephen?" cried Jack.
"In course I do, just as you experiment with various sails or arrangements of sails, to see what suits a boat best. A boat does not have three mizzen topsails and a gaff written on its prow; and my patients do not have ipecacuanha tattooed on their foreheads. Of course I experiment. Experiment, forsooth."
He had indeed experimented, different const.i.tutions requiring different remedies, but always, in this violent outbreak of dysentery (some of the salt pork served on the first day had already crossed the Atlantic four times, with a long pause in Kingston, Jamaica) on the general basis of similia similibus, carefully noting the various results: and watching, with an anxious eye, the frightful diminution of his stores - at one time, before they were clear of soundings, three-quarters of the Surprises had been helpless, incapable of duty, but eager and willing to take enormous doses of rhubarb.
"But as for young Hanson - for whom, I may say, I feel a certain responsibility, as well as an affection - he was fit for duty three days ago."
"I am glad to hear it," said Jack; and later that day, after a morning of paperwork with his clerk and the purser, and after dinner, he walked the quarterdeck with a coffee-cup in his hand. The day was brighter now by far, and warm: " clouds were still scudding from the west, but the breeze had dropped, so that Surprise was now wearing her courses.
At five bells they heaved the log. "Eight knots and one fathom, sir, if you please," said Mr. Midshipman Shepherd to Whewell, the officer of the watch. Whewell turned to Jack, took off his hat, and said, "Eight knots and one fathom, sir, if you please."
"Thank you, Mr. Whewell," said Jack, gazing up at the masts" p.r.o.nounced leeward angle, "I believe we may come up a point and a half."