The Water-Witch; Or, the Skimmer of the Seas: A TaleCooper, James Fenimore
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The Water-Witch; Or, the Skimmer of the Seas: A Tale
Cooper, James Fenimore
Sea stories
“I am sure nobody could blame your lordship, were your lordship to join
anybody, or anything but the French! I have often told Mrs. Carnaby as
much as that, in our frequent conversations concerning the unpleasant
situation in which your lordship is just now placed.”
“I had not thought the awkward transaction attracted so much notice,”
observed the other, evidently wincing under the allusion.
“It attracts it only in a proper and respectful way, my lord. Neither
Mrs. Carnaby, nor myself, ever indulges in any of these remarks, but in
the most proper and truly English manner.”
“The reservation might palliate a greater error. That word proper is a
prudent term, and expresses all one could wish. I had not thought you
so intelligent and shrewd a man, Master Carnaby: clever in the way of
business, I always knew you to be; but so apt in reason, and so matured
in principle, is what I will confess I had not expected. Can you form
no conjecture of the business of this man?”
“Not in the least, my lord. I pressed the impropriety of a personal
interview; for, though he alluded to some business or other, I scarcely
know what, with which he appeared to think your lordship had some
connexion, I did not understand him, and we had like to have parted
without an explanation.”
“I will not see the fellow.”
“Just as your lordship pleases—I am sure that, after so many little
affairs have passed through my hands, I might be safely trusted with
this; and I said as much,—but as he positively refused to make me an
agent, and he insisted that it was so much to your lordship’s
interests—why, I thought, my lord, that perhaps—just now——”
“Show him in.”
Carnaby bowed low and submissively, and after busying himself in
placing the chairs aside, and adjusting the table more conveniently for
the elbow of his guest, he left the room.
“Where is the man I bid you keep in the shop?” demanded the retailer,
in a coarse, authoritative voice, when without; addressing a meek and
humble-looking lad, who did the duty of clerk. “I warrant me, he is
left in the kitchen, and you have been idling about on the walk! A more
heedless and inattentive lad than yourself is not to be found in
America, and the sun never rises but I repent having signed your
indentures. You shall pay for this, you——”
The appearance of the person he sought, cut short the denunciations of
the obsequious grocer and the domestic tyrant. He opened the door, and,
having again closed it, left his two visitors together.
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