"He objects to service clubs. He said to a friend of mine, 'Take my advice and have nothing to do with them; they are one of the signs of the times of which I highly disapprove; these assemblies of Army and Navy may in time become dangerous to the Government.' When he was Commander-in-Chief he strongly discouraged matrimony. He hated to have married officers in his fleet, for he said they were the first to run into port, and the last to come out of it. I do not wonder that they declined to drink his health at Bath." "I never heard of that," said Sir William. "It was in 1802; a Naval dinner was given at Bath--St Vincent was First Lord, I need not tell you--his health was proposed and refused to be drunk by many of the company. The party broke up in confusion; some toasted him in a bumper and left the room; others turned down their glasses and sat still. And you would rank this old gentleman next after Nelson?" "Talking of Nelson," said Sir William, "have you heard the yarn that is told of Tom Cooke, the actor? He came on in the part of old Barnwell, and when stabbed forgot the words, and would have died speechless. His murderer whispered with agitation, 'For heaven's sake, say something--anything,' on which Tom, throwing up his little three-cornered hat, shouted in his thick lisp, 'Nelson for ever!' and died amidst louder applause than was ever provoked by the finest strokes of Garrick or Siddons." The story was to Captain Acton's taste, and he laughed with enjoyment. "I should like," said the Admiral, "to have met Nelson. In all my going a-fishing I never fell in his way." "Well," said Captain Acton, "I may say of Nelson as Pope said of Dryden: _Virgilium tantum vidi_. I was on the Hard when two Naval officers came ashore. I was thinking of other matters, and scarcely observed them until they were abreast or a little past me. Then my glance going to one I instantly perceived he was Nelson. His companion, I believe, was Troubridge. In the glimpse I got of Nelson's face I was struck by its paleness and careworn appearance. He looked at least fifteen years older than his age. They passed rapidly out of sight. I cannot express the emotions which that one-armed little figure excited in me--St Valentine's Day, the Nile, Copenhagen!" "And how much more?" cried the Admiral, with a flush in his cheek, and with that expression of triumph and pride which lighted up the eyes of men in those days when they pronounced the magic name of Nelson. "I should like, I should much like to meet him, to see him, to grasp his hand, for a minute only before my windlass is manned for the next world." "Who knows what lies before us?" said Captain Acton.