"Two sixes, upon my soul!" murmured the Doctor.
"I"m afraid, Captain Jeremy-" Captain Jeremy took the dice up, turned them between finger and thumb, and dropped them slowly into the box. As he lifted his hand to make the cast he looked up and saw the gleam in his friend"s greenish eyes.
The next moment box and dice flew past the hunchback"s head and out at the open window.
"That"s my throw," Captain Runacles announced, standing up and turning his back on the pair as he staggered across the room for his hat. But the little man also had bounced up in a fury.
"That"s a vile trick! I make the best throw, and you force me to fight."
"Ah," said the other, facing slowly about and putting on his hat. "I didn"t see it in that light. Very well, Jack, I decline to fight you."
"You apologise?"
"Certainly."
The little man held out a hand. "I might have known, Jemmy, you were too good a fellow-" he began.
"Oh, stow away your pretty speeches and take back your hand. I can"t prevent your playing the fool with Meg"s child; but if I had a decent excuse, you may make up your mind I"d use it. As it is, the sight of you annoys me. Good morning!"
He went out, slamming the door after him, and they heard him descend the stairs and turn down the street.
"A day"s peace," mused Captain Barker, "strikes me as more expensive than a year"s war. It has cost me my two dearest friends."
He strode up and down the room muttering angrily; then looked up and said:
"Take me to Meg; I want to see her."
"And the child?"
"To be sure. I"d clean forgotten the child."
Dr. Beckerleg led the way downstairs. A pale sunshine touched the edge of the pavement across the road, and while Captain Barker was settling the bill, the doctor stepped across and picked a dice-box out of the gutter.
"Luckily I found the dice, too; they were lying close together," said he, as his companion came out. He turned the box round and appeared to be reflecting; but next moment walked briskly into the bar and returned the dice to the drawer, with a small fee.
"She is not much changed?" asked the Captain, as they moved down the street arm in arm.
"Eh? You were saying? No, not changed. A beautiful face."
Though middle-aged and lined with trouble it was, as Dr. Beckerleg said, a beautiful face that slept behind the dusty window above the court where the sparrows chattered. From a chamber at the back of the house the two men were met, as they climbed the stairs, by the sound of an infant"s wailing. Dr. Beckerleg went towards this, after opening for the Captain the door of a room wherein no sound was at all.
When, half an hour later, Captain Barker came out and closed this door gently, Dr. Beckerleg, who waited on the landing, forbore to look a second time at his face. Instead he stared fixedly at the staircase wall and observed:
"I think it is time we turned our attention upon the child."
"Take me to him by all means."
Margaret"s son was reclining, very red and angry, in the arms of an old woman who attempted vainly to soothe him by tottering up and down the room as fast as her decrepit legs would carry her. The serving-girl, who had opened the door on the previous evening, stood beside the window, her eyes swollen with weeping.
"He is extremely small," said the Captain.
"On the contrary, he is an unusually fine boy."
"He appears to me to want something."
"He wants food."
"Bless my soul! Has none been offered to him?"
"Yes; but he refuses it."
"Extraordinary!"
"Not at all. I understand-do I not?-that you have adopted this infant."
The Captain nodded.
"Then your parental duties have already begun. You must come with me at once and choose a wet nurse."
As they pa.s.sed through the hall to the front-door, Captain Barker perceived two letters lying side by side upon a table there. He s.n.a.t.c.hed them up hastily and crammed one into his pocket. Then, handing the other to Dr. Beckerleg:
"You might give that to Jemmy when you see him, and-look here, as soon as the child is out of the house, I think-if you went to Jemmy-he might like to see Meg, you know."
CHAPTER III.
THE TWO PAVILIONS.
Captain Barker and Captain Runacles had been friends from boyhood. They had been swished together at Dr. Huskisson"s school, hard by the Water Gate; had been packed off to sea in the same ship, and afterwards had more than once smelt powder together. Admiral Blake and Sir Christopher Mings had turned them into tough fighters by sea; and Margaret Tellworthy had completed their education ash.o.r.e, and made them better friends by rejecting both. In an access of misogyny they had planned and built their blue pavilions, beside the London road, vowing to shut themselves up and look on no woman again. This happened but a short time before the first Dutch War, in which the one served under Captain Jonings in the Ruby and the other had the honour to be cast ash.o.r.e with Prince Rupert himself, aboard the Galloper. Upon the declaration of peace, in the autumn of 1667, they had returned, and, forgetting their vow, laid siege again to their mistress, who regretted the necessity of refusing them thrice apiece.
Upon his third rejection, Jeremy Runacles was driven by indignation to offer his hand at once to Mistress Isabel Seaman, sister of that same Robert Seaman who, as Mayor of Harwich, admitted Sir Anthony Deane to the freedom of the Corporation, and had the honour to receive, in exchange, twelve fire-buckets for the new town-hall. As Mistress Isabel inherited a third of the profits ama.s.sed by her father in the rope-making trade, she was considered a good match. Captain Barker, however, resented the marriage on the ground that she was out of place in a pavilion expressly designed for a confirmed bachelor. When, after a few months, her husband also began to hold this view, Mrs. Runacles, instead of reminding him that he, and he alone, was to blame for her intrusion, did her best to make matters easy by quitting this world altogether on St. Bartholomew"s Eve, 1670, leaving behind her the smallest possible daughter. But as this daughter at once required a nurse, the alleviation proved to be inconsiderable-as Mr. Runacles would have delighted to point out to his wife, had she remained within earshot. As it was, he took infinite pains to select a suitable nurse, and forthwith neglected the child entirely-a course of conduct which was not so culpable as might be supposed, since (with the sole exception of Mrs. Runacles) he had never been known to err in choosing a subordinate. In times of peace he gave himself up to studying the mathematics, in which he was a proficient, and to the designing of such curious toys as sundials, water-clocks, pumps, and the like; which he so multiplied about the premises, out of pure joy in constructing them, that Simeon, his body-servant, had much ado to live among the many contrivances for making his life easier.
Although the two pavilions were exactly similar in shape and colour, their gardens differed in some important respects. On Captain Runacles" side of the hedge all was order-trim turf and yews accurately clipped, though stunted by the sea winds. Captain Barker"s factotum, Narcissus Swiggs by name, was a slow man with but a single eye. His...o...b..t in gardening was that of the four seasons, but he had the misfortune to lag behind them by the s.p.a.ce of three months; while the two sides of the gravel path, though each would be harmonious in itself, could only be enjoyed by shutting one eye as you advanced from the blue gate to the blue front-door. The particular pride of Captain Barker"s garden, however, was a collection of figure-heads set up like statues at regular intervals around the hedge. The like of it could be found nowhere. Here, against a background of green, and hanging forward over a green lawn, were an Indian Chief, a Golden Hind, a Triton, a Centaur, an effigy of King Charles I., another of Britannia, a third of the G.o.d Pan, and a fourth of Mr. John Phillipson, sometime alderman and shipowner of Harwich. Though rudely modelled, the majority received an extremely lifelike appearance from their colouring, which was renewed every now and then under the Captain"s own supervision. He a.s.serted them to be beautiful, and his acquaintances were content with the qualification that to an unwarned visitor, in an uncertain light, they might be disconcerting.
To this paradise Captain Barker introduced his newly adopted son, with the wet-nurse that the Doctor had found for him: and after explaining matters to Narcissus-who had heard of the Wasp"s arrival in port and had been vaguely troubled by a long conversation with Simeon, next door-installed the new-comers in the two rooms under the roof of the pavilion and sat down to meditate and wait for the child"s development.
On the fourth morning after the installation, Narcissus appeared and demanded a higher wage. This was granted.
On the sixth morning, Narcissus appeared again.
"That there nurse-" he began.
"What of her?"
"As touching that there nurse, your instructions were to feed her up."