The old vicarage : $b A novelHubback, Mrs. (Catherine-Anne Austen)
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The old vicarage : $b A novel
Hubback, Mrs. (Catherine-Anne Austen)
English fiction -- 19th century
“Yes, I heard the salute yesterday evening. That will make it much
more easy to have the survey; I had been wondering how it would be
best to manage, there were so few of the right people. I should have
had to apply to the Governor.”
“Yes――well, this morning the Admiral landed, and then sent for me. He
asked me no end of questions about the fire, and said some very
handsome things about us both; then he added, ‘The Lords of the
Admiralty, with their usual discrimination in discovering merit, and
promptness in rewarding it, having moreover, no doubt, had penetration
enough to foresee what has just occurred, have sent out this as your
reward. Commander Duncan, I have great pleasure in presenting you with
your commission from their lordships, and beg to add your epaulettes
from myself as a mark of esteem!’ I thought he was joking, till I saw
the commission in my own hands. What a queer old fellow he is; and as
kind as he is odd.”
“And what did you say?” said Captain Hepburn, smiling.
“_I_ say? I am sure I don’t know. I felt ten thousand things at once;
I was choking with joy, and all sorts of feelings. Going home with you
was, I think, my first and last thought, though. He took my mutilated
thanks very civilly; but demurred to the idea of our going home in a
packet. Only think, the _Erratic_ is ordered home at once.”
“No! is she really; what for?” The color flashed up in Captain
Hepburn’s pale cheeks, and he made an effort to move his helpless
form. Maurice raised him tenderly, the tears standing in his eyes, as
he saw the utter prostration of that strong man’s strength. His arms
were free and living, but his lower limbs were as if dead.
After swallowing down his emotion, and arranging his brother-in-law
more comfortably on the pillows, no easy task, for there were many
contusions to be cared for, besides the great injury to the spine,
Maurice went on.
“The Admiral says you shall go home in your own ship, Hepburn; you
need not invalid until you reach England; you can command her from
your couch, and I will be your nurse and passenger.”
“But what is she going home for?”
“I did not hear; what do you say to his plan? He told me to mention
it, but he is coming here himself this afternoon; he and the Governor,
for the latter came in just before I left, and told me he meant to
come and see you. I must not repeat what he said to the Admiral about
it all; but he was very kind, and shook hands, and wished me joy of my
promotion; and talked as if I had done any thing at all.”
“You did as much as any body,” said Captain Hepburn, “except getting
your back broken; and I suppose may share equally in the merit,
whatever that may be. The result can not affect that!”
“But about the _Erratic_, you will keep the command?”
“I will answer the Admiral, Duncan!”
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