The Reverse of the Medal. Patrick O’Brian

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      ‘Yes, a meagre yellow little woman, come from Kingston for a few weeks to recover from a fever.’

      Jack’s heart and mind were so filled with thoughts of Sophie, his own wife, and with a boundless longing for her to be aboard that he missed the sense of the Admiral’s words until he heard him say ‘You will tip it the civil to them, Aubrey, when you run each of ’em to earth. These medicos are a stiff-necked, independent crew, and you must never cross them just before they dose you.’

      ‘No, sir,’ said Jack, ‘I shall speak to them like a sucking dove.’

      ‘Pig, Aubrey: sucking pig. Doves don’t suck.’

      ‘No, sir. I shall probably find them together, talking about medical matters.’

      So indeed they were. Mr Waters was showing Dr Maturin some of his pictures of the most typical cases of leprosy and elephantiasis that he had met with on the island – remarkably well-drawn, well-coloured pictures – when Jack came in, delivered his message, took one glance at the paintings and hurried away to have a word with the Admiral’s secretary before paying the necessary call on Captain Goole.

      Mr Waters finished his description, returned his last example of Barbados leg to its folder, and said, ‘I am sure you have observed that most medical men are hypochondriacs, Dr Maturin.’ This, delivered with a painfully artificial smile, was clearly a prepared statement: Stephen made no reply, and the surgeon went on, ‘I am no exception, and I wonder whether I too may importune you. I have a swelling here’ – putting his hand to his side – ‘that gives me some concern. I have no opinion at all of any of the surgeons on this station, least of all my assistants, and I should very much value your reflections upon its nature.’

      ‘Captain Aubrey, sir, what may I have the pleasure of doing for you?’ asked the secretary, smiling up at him.

      ‘You would put me very much in your debt by producing a bag of mail for the Surprise,’ said Jack. ‘It is a great while since any of us has heard from home.’

      ‘Mail for Surprise?’ said Mr Stone doubtfully. ‘I scarcely think – but I will ask my clerks. No, alas,’ he said, coming back, ‘I am very sorry to say that there is nothing for Surprise.’

      ‘Oh well,’ said Jack, forcing a smile, ‘it don’t signify. But perhaps you have some newspapers, that will give me an idea of how things stand in the world: for obviously you are much too busy with this damned court-martial to tell me the history of the last few months.’

      ‘Not at all, not at all,’ said Mr Stone. ‘It will take me no time to tell you that things are going from bad to worse. Buonaparte is building ships in every dockyard, faster than ever; and faster than ever ours are wearing out, with perpetual blockade and perpetually keeping the sea. He has very good intelligence and he foments discord among the allies – not that they need much encouragement to hate and distrust one another, but it is wonderful how he touches on the very spot that hurts, almost as though he had someone listening behind the cabinet door, or under the council table. To be sure our armies make some progress in Spain; but the Spaniards . . . well, you know something of the Spaniards, sir, I believe. And in any event, it is doubtful that we can go on supporting all these people or even paying for our own part of the war. I have a brother in the City, and he tells me that the funds have never been so low, and that trade is at a stand: men walk about on Change with their hands in their pockets, looking glum: there is no gold to be had – you go to the bank to draw out some money, money that you deposited with them in guineas, and all they will give you is paper – and nearly all securities are a drug on the market: South Sea annuities at fifty-eight-and-a-half for example! Even East India stock is at a very shocking figure, and as for Exchequer bills . . . There was a flurry of activity at the beginning of the year, with a rumour of peace causing prices to rise; but it died away when the rumour proved false, leaving the City more depressed than ever. The only thing that prospers is farming, with wheat at a hundred and twenty-five shillings the quarter, and land is not to be had for love or money; but at present, sir, a man with say five thousand pounds could buy stock, capital stock, that would have represented a handsome estate before the war. Here are some papers and magazines that will tell it all in greater detail; they will depress your spirits finely, I do assure you. Yes, Billings,’ – this to a clerk – ‘what is it?’

      ‘Although there is no mail for Captain Aubrey, sir,’ said Billings, ‘Smallpiece says there was someone inquiring for him, a black man; and he conceives the black man might have a message at least, if not a letter.’

      ‘Was he a slave?’ asked Jack.

      ‘Was he a slave?’ called Billings, cocking his ear for the answer. Then, ‘No, sir.’

      ‘Was he a seaman?’ asked Jack.

      No, he was not; and when at last Smallpiece came sidling in, intensely, painfully shy and almost inarticulate, it appeared that the black man seemed to be an educated person – had first inquired for Surprise in a general way among those that went ashore, when first the squadron came to Bridgetown, and then, since the frigate was reported in these waters, more particularly for Captain Aubrey.

      ‘I know no educated black man,’ said Jack, shaking his head. It was not impossible that a West Indian lawyer might employ a Negro clerk; and affairs being in so critical a state at home, it was not impossible that the clerk might wish to serve a writ on him. This could only be done on shore, however, and Jack instantly determined to remain aboard throughout his stay. He took the newspapers, thanked Mr Stone and his clerks, and returned to the quarterdeck. Here he found his midshipman, horribly shabby among all the snowy flagship youngsters, but obviously stuffing them up with prodigious tales of the Horn and the far South Sea, and to him he said, ‘Mr Williamson, my compliments to Captain Goole and would it be convenient if I were to wait upon him in ten minutes.’

      Mr Williamson brought back the answer that Captain Aubrey’s visit would be convenient, and to this, on his own initiative, he added Captain Goole’s best compliments. He would have made them respectful too, if a certain sense of the possible had not restrained him at the last moment; for he loved his Captain.

      During this time Jack leant over the quarterdeck rail, by the starboard hances, in the easy way allowed to those of his rank, looking down into the waist and over the side. He had given his bargemen leave to come aboard and there was only the boatkeeper in the gig, talking eagerly to some unseen friend through an open port on the lower deck. There were several hands on the gangway and in the waist who stood facing aft and looking at him fixedly in the way peculiar to former shipmates who wished to be recognized, and again and again he broke off his small-talk with the first and flag lieutenants to call out ‘Symonds, how do you do?’ ‘Maxwell, how are you coming along?’ ‘Himmelfahrt, there you are again, I see,’ and each time the man concerned smiled and nodded, putting his knuckle to his forehead or pulling off his hat. Presently Barret Bonden and his Irresistible brother came up the forehatchway and he noticed that both of them looked at him not only with particular attention but also with that curious, slightly amused and even arch expression that he had seen, more or less clearly, on the faces of those men in the flagship who had sailed with him before. He could not make it out, but before he could really put his mind to the question his time was up and he walked aft to the captain’s cabin.

      Of his own free will Captain Goole would never have received Captain Aubrey. Midshipman Goole had behaved meanly, discreditably over that far-distant tripe; he had played a material though admittedly subordinate part in the theft, he had eaten as much as anyone in the berth; and on being hauled up before Captain Douglas he had blown the gaff – while utterly denying his share he had nevertheless turned informer. It was СКАЧАТЬ