Название: The Pirate Story Megapack
Автор: R.M. Ballantyne
Издательство: Ingram
Жанр: Контркультура
isbn: 9781479408948
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“Now God bless you for a good, true friend!” cries he, clasping my hand. “I’ll come, but to stay no great length. Not a drop will I touch that day, and a fool indeed I must be if I can’t act my part without bungling for a few hours at a stretch, and I a-listening every night in the parlour of the ‘Spotted Dog’ to old seamen swearing and singing their songs. And I’ll find an opportunity to give—Moll a hint of my past folly, and so rescue her from a like pitfall. I’ll abide by your advice, Kit—which is the wisest I ever heard from your lips.”
But I was not so sure of this, and, remembering the kind of obedience Moll had used to yield to her father’s commands, my mind misgave me.
CHAPTER XXIII.
Don Sanchez proposes a very artful way to make Mr. Godwin a party to our knavery, etc.
I returned to Hurst Court the following day in the forenoon, and there I found Mr. Godwin, with Moll clinging to his arm, in an upper room commanding a view of the northern slopes, discussing their future, and Moll told me with glee how this room was to be her husband’s workroom, where he would paint pictures for the admiration of all the world, saying that he would not (nor would she have him) renounce his calling to lead the idle life of a country gentleman.
“If the world admire my pictures, the world shall pay to have them,” says he, with a smile; then turning to her he adds very tenderly: “I will owe all my happiness to you, sweetheart; yet guard my independence in more material matters. No mercenary question shall ever cast suspicion on my love.”
Seeing I was not wanted here, I left them to settle their prospectives, and sought Don Sanchez, whom I found reading in a room below, seated in a comfortable chair before a good fire of apple logs. To please me, he shut up his book and agreed to take a stroll in the park while dinner was a-dressing. So we clap on our hats and cloaks and set forth, talking of indifferent matters till we are come into a fair open glade (which sort of place the prudent Don did ever prefer to holes and corners for secret conference), and then he told me how Moll and Mr. Godwin had already decided they would be married in three weeks.
“Three weeks?” says I. “I would it were to be done in three days.” To which desire the Don coincides with sundry grave nods, and then tells me how Moll would have herself cried in church, for all to know, and that nothing may be wanting to her husband’s dignity.
“After all,” says I, “three weeks is no such great matter. And now, Señor, do tell me what you think of all this.”
“If you had had the ordering of your own destiny, you could not have contrived it better,” answers he. “’Tis a most excellent game, and you cannot fail to win if” (here he pauses to blow his nose) “if the cards are played properly.”
This somehow brought Dawson into my thoughts, and I told the Don of my visit to him, and how he did purpose to come down to see Moll; whereat the Don, stopping short, looked at me very curiously with his eyebrows raised, but saying nothing.
“’Tis no more than natural that a father should want to see what kind of man is to be his daughter’s husband,” says I, in excuse, “and if he will come, what are we to do?”
“I know what I should do in your place, Mr. Hopkins,” says he, quietly.
“Pray, Señor, what is that?”
“Squeeze all the money you can out of old Simon before he comes,” answers he. “And it wouldn’t be amiss to make Mr. Godwin party to this business by letting him have a hundred or two for his present necessities at once.”
Acting on this hint, when Moll left us after supper and we three men were seated before the fire, I asked Mr. Godwin if he would permit me to speak upon a matter which concerned his happiness no less than his cousin Judith’s.
“Nay, sir,” replies he, “I do pray you to be open with me, for otherwise I must consider myself unworthy of your friendship.”
“Well, sir,” says I, “my mind is somewhat concerned on account of what you said this morning; namely, that no pecuniary question shall ever be discussed betwixt you and your wife, and that you will owe nothing to her but happiness. This, together with your purpose of painting pictures to sell, means, I take it, that you will leave your wife absolute mistress of her present fortune.”
“That is the case exactly, Mr. Hopkins,” says he. “I am not indifferent to the world’s esteem, and I would give no one reason to suspect that I had married my dear cousin to possess her fortune.”
“Nevertheless, sir, you would not have it thought that she begrudged you an equal share of her possessions. Your position will necessitate a certain outlay. To maintain your wife’s dignity and your own, you must dress well, mount a good horse, be liberal in hospitality, give largely to those in need, and so forth. With all due respect to your genius in painting, I can scarcely think that art will furnish you at once with supplies necessary to meet all these demands.”
“All this is very true, Mr. Hopkins,” says he, after a little reflection; “to tell the truth, I have lived so long in want that poverty has become my second nature, and so these matters have not entered into my calculations. Pray, sir, continue.”
“Your wife, be she never so considerate, may not always anticipate your needs; and hence at some future moment this question of supplies must arise—unless they are disposed of before your marriage.”
“If that could be done, Mr. Hopkins,” says he, hopefully.
“It may be done, sir, very easily. With your cousin’s consent and yours, I, as her elected guardian, at this time will have a deed drawn up to be signed by you and her, settling one-half the estate upon you, and the other on your cousin. This will make you not her debtor, but her benefactor; for without this deed, all that is now hers becomes yours by legal right upon your marriage, and she could not justly give away a shilling without your permission. And thus you assure to her the same independence that you yourself would maintain.”
“Very good,” says Don Sanchez, in a sonorous voice of approval, as he lies back in his high chair, his eyes closed, and a cigarro in the corner of his mouth.
“I thank you with all my heart, Mr. Hopkins,” says Mr. Godwin, warmly. “I entreat you have this deed drawn up—if it be my wife’s wish.”
“You may count with certainty on that,” says I; “for if my arguments lacked power, I have but to say ’tis your desire, and ’twould be done though it took the last penny from her.”
He made no reply to this, but bending forward he gazed into the fire, with a rapture in his face, pressing one hand within the other as if it were his sweetheart’s.
“In the meantime,” says I, “if you have necessity for a hundred or two in advance, you have but to give me your note of hand.”
“Can you do me this service?” cries he, eagerly. “Can you let me have five hundred by tomorrow?”
“I believe I can supply you to the extent of six or seven.”
“All that you can,” says he; “for besides a pressing need that will take me to London tomorrow, I owe something to a friend here that I would fain discharge.”
Don Sanchez waived his hand cavalierly, though I do believe the subtle СКАЧАТЬ