However I found something to raise a hope in me too, in his odd,
variable, imperfect intellect; namely, that he might come presently
to but dimly comprehend the purport of this voyage, and then I did
not doubt of being able to influence him and carry him back home, in
short; for the wild uncertainty of the adventure was made to my mind
more extravagant still by the inspiration of it being due to my poor
cousin’s weak brains; in fact, not to mince my meaning, it would have
been a mad undertaking in the sanest man’s hands; to my fancy, then, it
became the completest expression of madness possible, when I thought of
a madman as conceiving and governing it.
Finn, as I afterwards learnt, sent the other watch aloft whilst we were
at lunch, and there they hung, staring away for an hour; when, just as
the captain was about to sing out to them to come down, a fellow on the
foreyard (the lowest of the three yards) signalled a sail, and then all
hands saw it together! so, to arrest any further grumbling, Finn gave
five shillings to the foreyard man and made the watch draw lots for the
other two five-shilling prizes. This arrangement satisfied them, and it
seemed to soothe the fellows in the other watch as well, who perhaps
now perceived that there was little but inanity in the test, and that
the only sensible way to treat the whole affair was to look upon it as
a joke.
This I learnt afterwards from Finn, who did not show himself much
surprised to hear that Sir Wilfrid had apparently forgotten the
incident of the morning.
‘You’ll forgive me saying of it, Mr. Monson,’ he exclaimed, ‘seeing it
is your own cousin I’m speaking about, sir; but I’ve been master of his
yacht now since he bought her for her ladyship, and I know this much of
Sir Wilfrid, that his mind ain’t as if it were half the time with the
orders he gives. He’ll say a thing without the eyes of his intellects
being upon it. The result is that soon after the words is off his
lips the sentiment of ’em is gone from his recollection. It is like
breathing on a looking-glass; there’s the mark, but it don’t last long.’
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