Varney the Vampire. James Malcolm Rymer

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СКАЧАТЬ but as regards this duel, will you wait now until to-morrow morning, before you take any further steps in the matter?"

      "Till to-morrow morning?"

      "Yes, uncle."

      "Why, only a little while ago, you were all eagerness to have something done off-hand."

      "Just so; but now I have a particular reason for waiting until to-morrow morning."

      "Have you? Well, as you please, boy—as you please. Have everything your own way."

      "You are very kind, uncle; and now I have another favour to ask of you."

      "What is it?"

      "Why, you know that Henry Bannerworth receives but a very small sum out of the whole proceeds of the estate here, which ought, but for his father's extravagance, to be wholly at his disposal."

      "So I have heard."

      "I am certain he is at present distressed for money, and I have not much. Will you lend me fifty pounds, uncle, until my own affairs are sufficiently arranged to enable you to pay yourself again?"

      "Will I! of course I will."

      "I wish to offer that sum as an accommodation to Henry. From me, I dare say he will receive it freely, because he must be convinced how freely it is offered; and, besides, they look upon me now almost as a member of the family in consequence of my engagement with Flora."

      "Certainly, and quite correct too: there's a fifty-pound note, my boy; take it, and do what you like with it, and when you want any more, come to me for it."

      "I knew I could trespass thus far on your kindness, uncle."

      "Trespass! It's no trespass at all."

      "Well, we will not fall out about the terms in which I cannot help expressing my gratitude to you for many favours. To-morrow, you will arrange the duel for me."

      "As you please. I don't altogether like going to that fellow's house again."

      "Well, then, we can manage, I dare say, by note."

      "Very good. Do so. He puts me in mind altogether of a circumstance that happened a good while ago, when I was at sea, and not so old a man as I am now."

      "Puts you in mind of a circumstance, uncle?"

      "Yes; he's something like a fellow that figured in an affair that I know a good deal about; only I do think as my chap was more mysterious by a d——d sight than this one."

      "Indeed!"

      "Oh, dear, yes. When anything happens in an odd way at sea, it is as odd again as anything that occurs on land, my boy, you may depend."

      "Oh, you only fancy that, uncle, because you have spent so long a time at sea."

      "No, I don't imagine it, you rascal. What can you have on shore equal to what we have at sea? Why, the sights that come before us would make you landsmen's hairs stand up on end, and never come down again."

      "In the ocean, do you mean, that you see those sights, uncle?"

      "To be sure. I was once in the southern ocean, in a small frigate, looking out for a seventy-four we were to join company with, when a man at the mast-head sung out that he saw her on the larboard bow. Well, we thought it was all right enough, and made away that quarter, when what do you think it turned out to be?"

      "I really cannot say."

      "The head of a fish."

      "A fish!"

      "Yes! a d——d deal bigger than the hull of a vessel. He was swimming along with his head just what I dare say he considered a shaving or so out of the water."

      "But where were the sails, uncle?"

      "The sails?"

      "Yes; your man at the mast-head must have been a poor seaman not to have missed the sails."

      "All, that's one of your shore-going ideas, now. You know nothing whatever about it. I'll tell you where the sails were, master Charley."

      "Well, I should like to know."

      "The spray, then, that he dashed up with a pair of fins that were close to his head, was in such a quantity, and so white, that they looked just like sails."

      "Oh!"

      "Ah! you may say 'oh!' but we all saw him—the whole ship's crew; and we sailed alongside of him for some time, till he got tired of us, and suddenly dived down, making such a vortex in the water, that the ship shook again, and seemed for about a minute as if she was inclined to follow him to the bottom of the sea."

      "And what do you suppose it was, uncle?"

      "How should I know?"

      "Did you ever see it again?"

      "Never; though others have caught a glimpse of him now and then in the same ocean, but never came so near him as we did, that ever I heard of, at all events. They may have done so."

      "It is singular!"

      "Singular or not, it's a fool to what I can tell you. Why, I've seen things that, if I were to set about describing them to you, you would say I was making up a romance."

      "Oh, no; it's quite impossible, uncle, any one could ever suspect you of such a thing."

      "You'd believe me, would you?"

      "Of course I would."

      "Then here goes. I'll just tell you now of a circumstance that I haven't liked to mention to anybody yet."

      "Indeed! why so?"

      "Because I didn't want to be continually fighting people for not believing it; but here you have it:—"

      We were outward bound; a good ship, a good captain, and good messmates, you know, go far towards making a prosperous voyage a pleasant and happy one, and on this occasion we had every reasonable prospect of all.

      Our hands were all tried men—they had been sailors from infancy; none of your French craft, that serve an apprenticeship and then become land lubbers again. Oh, no, they were stanch and true, and loved the ocean as the sluggard loves his bed, or the lover his mistress.

      Ay, and for the matter of that, the love was a more enduring and a more healthy love, for it increased with years, and made men love one another, and they would stand by each other while they had a limb to lift—while they were able to chew a quid or wink an eye, leave alone wag a pigtail.

      We were outward bound for Ceylon, with cargo, and were to bring spices and other matters home from the Indian market. The ship was new and good—a pretty craft; she sat like a duck upon the water, and a stiff breeze carried her along the surface of the waves without your rocking, and pitching, and tossing, like an old wash-tub at a mill-tail, as I have had the misfortune to sail in more than СКАЧАТЬ