England -- Social life and customs -- Fiction; Humorous stories, English; Sailors -- Fiction; Seafaring life -- Fiction
Sorely against his better sense Mr. Raggett rose and went off,
grumbling. It was fatiguing work on a hot day, climbing the road up the
cliff, but he took it quietly, and having gained the top, moved slowly
towards the cottage.
“Morning, Mr. Raggett,” said Kate cheerily, as he entered the cottage.
“Dear, dear, the idea of an old man like you climbing about! It’s
wonderful.”
“I’m sixty-seven,” said Mr. Raggett viciously, “and I feel as young as
ever I did.”
“To be sure,” said Kate soothingly; “and look as young as ever you did.
Come in and sit down a bit.”
Mr. Raggett with some trepidation complied, and sitting in a very
upright position, wondered how he should begin. “I am just
sixty-seven,” he said slowly. “I’m not old and I’m not young, but I’m
just old enough to begin to want somebody to look after me a bit.”
“I shouldn’t while I could get about if I were you,” said the innocent
Kate. “Why not wait until you’re bed-ridden?”
“I don’t mean that at all,” said Mr. Raggett snappishly. “I mean I’m
thinking of getting married.”
“Good—gracious!” said Kate open-mouthed.
“I may have one foot in the grave, and resemble a dried herring in the
face,” pursued Mr. Raggett with bitter sarcasm, “but——”
“You can’t help that,” said Kate gently.
“But I’m going to get married,” said Raggett savagely.
“Well, don’t get in a way about it,” said the girl. “Of course, if you
want to, and—and—you can find somebody else who wants to, there’s no
reason why you shouldn’t! Have you told father about it?”
“I have,” said Mr. Raggett, “and he has given his consent.”
He put such meaning into this remark and so much more in the contortion
of visage which accompanied it, that the girl stood regarding him in
blank astonishment.
“His consent?” she said in a strange voice.
Mr. Raggett nodded.
“I went to him first,” he said, trying to speak confidently. “Now I’ve
come to you—I want you to marry me!”
“Don’t you be a silly old man, Mr. Raggett,” said Kate, recovering her
composure. “And as for my father, you go back and tell him I want to
see him.”
She drew aside and pointed to the door, and Mr. Raggett, thinking that
he had done quite enough for one day, passed out and retraced his steps
to the “Jolly Sailor.” Mr. Boom met him half-way, and having received
his message, spent the rest of the morning In fortifying himself for
the reception which awaited him.
It would be difficult to say which of the two young people was the more
astonished at this sudden change of affairs. Miss Boom, affecting to
think that her parent’s reason was affected treated him accordingly, a
state of affairs not without its drawbacks, as Mr. Boom found out.
Tarrell, on the other hand, attributed it to greed, and being forbidden
the house, spent all his time ashore on a stile nearly opposite, and
sullenly watched events.
Public-domain text, read in full here on John Shaqi.
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