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"Oh, it is of so faithful a disposition, madame, I am very sure
I shall but repeat myself. But I shall still have a heart to lay
in--admiration--at your feet." Upon which he took his leave, not before
it was time, thought Dominica.
Her aunt began to talk of the coming journey to Vasconosa.
But there was to be another traveller bound thitherwards of whom she
knew nothing. Back at the Rising Sun again Sir Nicholas studied such
maps as he could come by, and conned the road as best he might. Joshua
Dimmock, watching, took heart again, and said darkly to the coat he
was folding that the sooner they were off upon this journey the better
it would be for them. "Yet," said he, brushing dust from a pair of
hose, "I must ask myself, what if the _Venture_ be not there? With the
General not on board it is to be questioned whether she may keep safe
in Spanish waters. Ay, there's a rub." He eyed his master's abstracted
profile, and sighed. "We may make marks upon a map, I grant you, and
mutter of stages, but I hold, and mark me well, that we may not be
sure of a happy issue. I had rather than fifty pounds I were snug
at home. It needs not to tell me that we shall make that smuggling
port. I make bold to say that we may do that in spite of all these
bisson Spaniards. But how if we come upon this port, and find no ship
awaiting? Ay, then we are shent. We spend the remainder of our days in
Spain, and they will not be many, I warrant me! All to hang upon the
_Venture_, and the _Venture_ sailing without her General! Ah, the whole
emprise is very barful."
Beauvallet looked up. "Peace, chewet! What ails you?"
"This ails me, master, that you have not the means to be avised of the
_Venture's_ being in these waters."
"Am I so often disobeyed then?"
"Nay, I do not say that, sir, nor would I doubt the good faith of
Master Dangerfield, but I say, master, that he is not Sir Nicholas
Beauvallet, and he may well fail."
"Oh, croaker! You bring up objections cut and longtail. You're
bird-eyed, man, and see danger in every corner. Diccon has as cool a
head as you may wish to see, and has my orders to go upon beside. I
don't fear for aught there. What, would my men fail me when I was in
need?"
"Nay, nay, but if you fear naught there, master, what is it you do
fear?"
"To say truth." Beauvallet answered. "I mislike the look of yon French
Ambassador."
"For my part, sir, I mislike that popinjay cousin of your lady's. If
he is not of a mind to pick a quarrel with you I do not know the signs
when a man will be in fighting humour."
"God help him, then!" Beauvallet said, and bent again over his map. "My
lady goes to Vasconosa on Tuesday next. Now, it is in my mind that we
will attend her on that journey."
"Ay, and then, master?"
"God's Death, man, how do I know who have not seen the place. We shall
carry her off, and to the coast. Ask me more when I know more."
"I fear a mischance," Joshua said sadly. "This runs too smoothly for a
coil of yours, sir."
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