“Yes, Scipio, you are right: he rides altogether by his stream, and he
keeps every thing in readiness for a sudden move. In ten minutes he
would carry his ship beyond the fire of the battery, provided he had
but a capful of wind.”
“You appear to be a judge in these matters,” said an unknown voice
behind him.
The youth turned suddenly on his heel, and then for the first time, was
he apprised of the presence of any intruders. The surprise, however,
was not confined to himself; for, as there was another newcomer to be
added to the company, the gossipping tailor was quite as much, or even
more, the subject of astonishment, than any of that party, whom he had
been so intently watching as to have prevented him from observing the
approach of still another utter stranger.
The third individual was a man between thirty and forty, and of a mien
and attire not a little adapted to quicken the already active curiosity
of the good-man Homespun. His person was slight, but afforded the
promise of exceeding agility, and even of vigour, especially when
contrasted with his stature which was scarcely equal to the medium
height of man. His skin had been dazzling as that of woman though a
deep red, which had taken possession of the lower lineaments of his
face, and which was particularly conspicuous on the outline of a fine
aquiline nose, served to destroy all appearance of effeminacy. His hair
was like his complexion, fair and fell about his temples in rich,
glossy, and exuberant curls; His mouth and chin were beautiful in their
formation; but the former was a little scornful and the two together
bore a decided character of voluptuousness. The eye was blue, full
without being prominent, and, though in common placid and even soft,
there were moments when it seemed a little unsettled and wild. He wore
a high conical hat, placed a little on one side, so as to give a
slightly rakish expression to his physiognomy, a riding frock of light
green, breeches of buck-skin, high boots, and spurs. In one of his
hands he carried a small whip, with which, when first seen, he was
cutting the air with an appearance of the utmost indifference to the
surprise occasioned by his sudden interruption.
“I say, sir, you seem to be a judge in these matters,” he repeated,
when he had endured the frowning examination of the young seaman quite
as long as comported with his own patience; “you speak like a man who
feels he has a right to give an opinion!”
“Do you find it remarkable that one should not be ignorant of a
profession that he has diligently pursued for a whole life?”
“Hum! I find it a little remarkable, that one, whose business is that
of a handicraft, should dignify his trade with such a sounding name as
_profession,_ We of the learned science of the law, and who enjoy the
particular smiles of the learned universities, can say no more!”
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