The Pilot: A Tale of the SeaCooper, James Fenimore
History
The Pilot: A Tale of the Sea
Cooper, James Fenimore
Historical fiction; Sea stories; United States -- History -- Revolution, 1775-1783 -- Naval operations -- Fiction; War stories
She turned, and rejoined her cousin with such an air of maidenly
resentment as a young woman would be apt to discover, who found herself
the subject of matrimonial arrangement without her own feelings being
at all consulted. Barnstable, who knew but little of the windings of
the female heart, or how necessary to his mistress, notwithstanding her
previous declarations, the countenance of Cecilia, was to any decided
and open act in his favor, stood in stupid wonder at her declaration.
He could not conceive that a woman who had already ventured so much in
secret in his behalf, and who had so often avowed her weakness, should
shrink to declare it again at such a crisis, though the eyes of a
universe were on her! He looked from one of the party to the other, and
met in every face an expression of delicate reserve, except in those of
the guardian of his mistress, and of Borroughcliffe.
The colonel had given a glance of returning favor at her whom he
now conceived to be his repentant ward, while the countenance of the
entrapped captain exhibited a look of droll surprise, blended with the
expression of bitter ferocity it had manifested since the discovery of
his own mishap.
“Perhaps, sir,” said Barnstable, addressing the latter, fiercely, “you
see something amusing about the person of this lady, to divert you thus
unseasonably. We tolerate no such treatment of our women in America!”
“Nor do we quarrel before ours in England,” returned the soldier,
throwing back the fierce glance of the sailor with interest; “but I was
thinking of the revolutions that time can produce; nothing more, I do
assure you. It is not half an hour since I thought myself a most happy
fellow; secure in my plans for overreaching the scheme you had laid
to surprise me; and now I am as miserable a dog as wears a single
epaulette, and has no hope of seeing its fellow!”
“And in what manner, sir, can this sudden change apply to me?” asked
Katherine, with all her spirit.
“Certainly not to your perseverance in the project to assist my enemies,
madam,” returned the soldier, with affected humility; “nor to your zeal
for their success, or your consummate coolness at the supper-table! But
I find it is time that I should be superannuated--I can no longer serve
my king with credit, and should take to serving my God, like all
other worn-out men of the world! My hearing is surely defective, or a
paddock-wall has a most magical effect in determining sounds!”
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