Dogs -- Fiction; Great Britain. Royal Navy -- Fiction; Historical fiction; Seafaring life -- Fiction
"If you please, sir," replied the corporal, "I wish to pay de people who
gave me de board and de lodging ven I vas last on shore."
"Ah, very true, I forgot that corporal. Well, then, you may go on
shore; but do not stop long, for the people are much inclined to mutiny,
and I cannot do without you."
The corporal quitted the cabin, and was put on shore by two of the men
in the small boat. He hastened up to the widow's house, and was
received with open arms. Seated on the squab sofa, with a bottle of
beer on the table, and five others all ready at the stove, the widow's
smiles beaming on him, who could be more happy than the Corporal Van
Spitter? The blinds were up at the windows, the front door fast to
prevent intrusion, and then the widow and he entered into a long
colloquy, interrupted occasionally by little amorous dallyings, which
reminded you of the wooings of a male and female elephant.
We shall give the substance of the conversation. The widow expressed
her indignation against Vanslyperken, and her resolution not to be
married until he was hanged. The corporal immediately became an
interested party, and vowed that he would assist all in his power. He
narrated all that had passed since he had left the widow's, and the
supernatural appearance of the dog after he had thrown it overboard. He
then pointed out that it was necessary that Vanslyperken should not only
be blinded as to the state of matters between them, but that, to entrap
him still more, the widow should, if possible, make friends with him.
To this the widow unwillingly consented; but as the corporal pointed out
that that was the only chance of her occasionally seeing him, and that
by his pretending to be in love with Babette, Vanslyperken might be
deceived completely, she did consent; the more so, that the greater
would be his disappointment at the end, the more complete would be her
vengeance. Their plans being arranged, it was then debated whether it
would not be better to send some message on board to Vanslyperken, and
it was agreed that it should be taken by the corporal. At last all was
arranged, the six bottles of beer were finished, and the corporal having
been permitted to imprint as many hearty smacks upon the widow's thick
and juicy lips, he returned on board.
"Come on board, Mynheer Vanslyperken," said the corporal, entering the
cabin.
"Very well, corporal; did you do all you wanted? for we sail again at
daylight."
"Yes, Mynheer, and I see somebody I never see before."
"Who was that, corporal?" replied Vanslyperken, for he had been feasting
upon the recollections of the fair Portsmouth widow, and was in a very
good humour.
"One fine Frau, Mynheer Vanslyperken--very fine Frau. Babette came up
to me in the street."
"Oh, Babette; well, what did she say?"
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