Then Augusta had to tell the tale of the tattooing, which by the way,
it struck her, it was wise to do, seeing that she thus secured a
witness to the fact, that she was already tattooed on leaving Kerguelen
Land, and that the operation had been of such recent infliction that
the flesh was still inflamed with it. This was the more necessary as
the tattooing was undated.
Mrs. Thomas listened to the story with her mouth open, lost between
admiration of Augusta’s courage, and regret that her shoulders should
have been ruined in that fashion.
“Well, the least that he” (alluding to Eustace) “can do is to marry you
after you have spoilt yourself in that fashion for his benefit,” said
the practical Mrs. Thomas.
“Nonsense! Mrs. Thomas,” said Augusta, blushing till the tattoo marks
on her shoulders looked like blue lines in a sea of crimson, and
stamping her foot with such energy that her hostess jumped.
There was no reason why she should give an innocent remark such a warm
reception; but then, as the reader will no doubt have observed, the
reluctance that some young women show to talking of the possibility of
their marriage to the man they happen to have set their hearts on, is
only equalled by the alacrity with which they marry him when the time
comes.
Having set Dick and Augusta down to a breakfast of porridge and coffee,
which both of them thought delicious, though the fare was really rather
coarse, Mrs. Thomas, being unable to restrain her curiosity, rowed off
to the land to see the huts and also Mr. Meeson’s remains, which,
though not a pleasant sight, were undoubtedly an interesting one. With
her, too, went most of the crew, bent upon the same errand, and also on
obtaining water, of which the Harpoon was short.
As soon as she was left alone, Augusta went back to the cabin, taking
Dick with her, and laid herself down on the berth with a feeling of
safety and thankfulness to which she had long been a stranger, where
very soon she fell sound asleep.
CHAPTER XII.
SOUTHAMPTON QUAY.
When Augusta opened her eyes again she became conscious of a violent
rolling motion that she could not mistake. They were at sea.
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