"What are your instructions?" I began, but at that instant I caught
sight of old Parsons rising through the hatch with a sextant in his
hand. "Oh, here is the captain coming to take sights," said I; "we
must arrive at an understanding with him. I believe he would like to
keep us on board as an inducement to others to get married."
He smiled with an air of importance as we advanced, and I imagined in
him an effort to give himself the airs of a father, or of a
father-in-law. His little damp, deep-sunk eyes, so far as they could
express any species of emotion, seemed to survey us with benignity and
pride as though he would say, "_That_ couple is my work, ladies and
gentlemen. _I_ made them one. Who's next?"
"When you have finished with your sextant, captain," I exclaimed, "I
should like a few words with you."
"Pray talk away," he answered, putting the instrument to his eye.
"What about our getting home?"
"At the first opportunity that comes along, I'll transfer you. Can't
do more. Can't send ye home in one of my quarter-boats, you know."
"But your mates have no instructions."
"They shall have all necessary instructions presently. And how do you
feel, mem, after that little job below? Being married 's a trying
performance. I've known men who'd have been married twenty times over
if it hadn't been for the ceremony."
He gazed with an air of satisfaction at her wedding ring, and then
applied his eye afresh to the sextant. My mind was rendered easier by
his promise to repeat his earlier instructions to his mates, and until
the luncheon bell rang, Grace and I continued to pace the deck. By
this time the news of our having been married had travelled forwards,
conveyed to the Jacks and to the steerage passengers, as I took it, by
one of the stewards. It was the sailors' dinner hour, and I could see
twenty of them on the forecastle staring at us as one man, whilst every
time we advanced to the edge of the poop, where the rail protected the
deck, there was a universal upturning of bearded, rough faces, with
much pointing and nodding among the women.
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