I am afraid I proved but dull company during the few hours of my stay at
Bromley Hall after this disappointment. I took my leave that evening,
and, to tell the truth, came up to London in a fuming passion, for
I could get no satisfaction whatever, notwithstanding my numerous
inquiries; I could not even ascertain the boarding-school at which she
had been in town. All I knew amounted to this, that I was in love, and
likely to continue so; but with whom exactly, I could not tell, farther
than that she was a lovely girl, an heiress, and the ward of my careful
friend Mr Blundell, in conjunction with her father--a character, I
feared, not too respectable--and some one else of much the same stamp,
with whom she now was about to be placed, not less against her own and
Mr Blundell's will than mine. But I had little time to indulge in
regrets or speculations; I found the Gull with her mainsail set at
moorings in the Medway, and hurrying on board forgot everything for a
while in the bustle of getting the little schooner under weigh. As we
stretched out of the Nore, however, with a steady breeze and smooth
water, in the summer evening, when the difficulties of crooked pilotage
and frequent alterations in our course had been exchanged for the quiet
relaxation of fair wind and open sea-room; and when the boat had begun
to take her work into her own hand, like a strong and willing labourer,
laying herself to the water, and sending the crew from her sloped deck
to lounge about the companion, and lean into the sunset over her high
weather-rail, with folded arms and half-shut eyes; then, as I looked
across the glittering expanse, where the level sun danced upon every
wave between us and the hazy shore, I insensibly began to people the
filmy and golden-grained air with my old familiar images again; and long
after the failing radiance had spent itself in the eastern gloom, and
long after the waters had ceased to roll in even the reflected splendour
of the upper sky, I continued sowing their dim and restless floor with
waving visions of green fields, and flowery plats, and airy coppices,
till the bright enchantress of them all seemed to be won back to my
side, and I wandered with her again through the long day of sunshine,
forgetful alike of sea, and ship, and sorrow, and the fast-falling
shadows of night.
The chill breeze sent me below at last, and, wearied with a day of
unusual fatigue, I turned into my berth; but was long kept awake by an
angry altercation between the commander and his mate, who were drinking
together in the main cabin. What they disputed about I could not
understand, but I heard enough to convince me that the command had been
intrusted to a person of no very amiable temper; in fact, I had hardly
ever met a more disagreeable man than our petty captain, or one on whose
countenance habitual violence and intoxication had contracted a more
repulsive look.
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