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Chapter LXVI.
FLORA BANNERWORTH'S APPARENT INCONSISTENCY. —THE ADMIRAL'S CIRCUMSTANCES AND
ADVICE. —MR. CHILLINGWORTH'S MYSTERIOUS ABSENCE.
For a brief space let us return to Flora Bannerworth, who had suffered so
much on account of her affections, as well as on account of the mysterious
attack that had been made upon her by the reputed vampyre.
After leaving Bannerworth Hall for a short time, she seemed to recover
her spirits; but this was a state of things which did not last, and only
showed how fallacious it was to expect that, after the grevious things that
had happened, she would rapidly recover her equanimity.
It is said, by learned physiologists, that two bodily pains cannot endure
at the same space of time in the system; and, whether it be so or not, is a
question concerning which it would be foreign to the nature of our work, to
enter into anything like an elaborate disquisition.
Certainly, however, so far as Flora Bannerworth was concerned, she seemed
inclined to show that, mentally, the observation was a true one, for that, now
she became released from a continued dread of the visits of the vampyre, her
mind would, with more painful interest than ever, recur to the melancholy
condition, probably, of Charles Holland, if he were alive, and to soul-harrowing reflections concerning him, if he were dead.
She could not, and she did not, believe, for one moment, that his
desertion of her had been of a voluntary character. She knew, or fancied she
knew, him by far too well for that; and she more than once expressed her
opinion, to the effect that she was perfectly convinced his disappearance was
a part and parcel of all that train of circumstances which had so recently
occurred, and produced such a world of unhappiness to her, as well as to the
whole of the Bannerworth family.
"If he had never loved me," she said to her brother Henry, "he would have
been alive and well; but he has fallen a victim to the truth of a passion, and
to the constancy of an affection which, to my dying day, I will believe in."
Now that Mr. Marchdale had left the place there was no one to dispute
this proposition with Flora, for all, as well as she, were fully inclined to
think well of Charles Holland.
It was on the very morning which preceded that evening when Sir Francis
Varney called upon Charles Holland in the manner we have related, with the
gratifying news that, upon certain conditions, he might be released, that
Flora Bannerworth, when the admiral came to see them, spoke to him of Charles
Holland, saying, —
"Now, sir, that I am away from Bannerworth Hall, I do not, and cannot
feel satisfied; for the thought that Charles may eventually come back, and
seek us there, still haunts me. Fancy him, sir, doing so and seeing the place
completely deserted."
"Well, there's something in that," said the admiral; "but, however, he's
hardly such a goose, if it were so to happen, to give up the chase —he'd
find us out somehow."
"You think he would, sir? or, do you not think that despair would seize
upon him, and that, fancying we had all left the spot for ever, he might
likewise do so; so that we should lose him more effectually than we have done
at present?"
"No; hardly," said the admiral; "he wouldn't be such a goose as that.
Why, when I was of his age, if I had secured the affections of a young girl
like you, I'd have gone over all the world, but I'd have found out where she
was; and what I mean to say is, if he's half such a goose as you think him, he
deserves to lose you."
"Did you not tell me something, sir, of Mr. Chillingworth talking of
taking possession of the Hall for a brief space of time?"
"Why, yes, I did; and I expect he is there now; in fact, I'm sure he's
there, for he said he would be."
"No, he ain't," said Jack Pringle, at that moment entering the room;
"you're wrong again, as you always are, somehow or other."
"What, you vagabond, are you here, you mutinous rascal?" —"Ay, ay, sir;
go on; don't mind me. I wonder what you'd do, sir, if you hadn't somebody
like me to go on talking about."
"Why, you infernal rascal, I wonder what you'd do if you had not an
indulgent commander, who puts up even with real mutiny, and says nothing about
it. But where have you been? Did you go as I directed you, and take some
provisions to Bannerworth Hall?" —"Yes, I did; but I brought them back
again; there's nobody there, and don't seem likely to be, except a dead body."
"A dead body! Whose body can that be?" —"Tom somebody; for I'm d——d
if he ain't a great he cat."
"You scoundrel, how dare you alarm me in such a way? But do you meant to
tell me that you did not see Dr. Chillingworth at the Hall?" —"How could I
see him, if he wasn't there?"
"But he was there; he said he would be there." —"Then he's gone again,
for there's nobody there that I know of in the shape of a doctor. I went
through every part of the ship —I mean the house —and the deuce a soul
could I find; and as it was rather lonely and uncomfortable, I came away
again. 'Who knows,' thought I, 'but some blessed vampyre or another may come
across me.'"
"This won't do," said the old admiral, buttoning up his coat to the chin;
"Bannerworth Hall must not be deserted in this way. It is quite clear that
Sir Francis Varney and his associates have some particular object in view in
getting possession of the place. Here, you Jack." —"Ay, ay, sir."
"Just go back again, and stay at the Hall till somebody comes to you.
Even such a stupid hound as you will be something to scare away unwelcome
visitors. Go back to the Hall, I say. What are you staring at?" —"Back to
Bannerworth Hall!" said Jack. "What! just where I've come from; all that way
off, and nothing to eat, and, what's worse, nothing to drink. I'll see you
d——d first."
The admiral caught up a table-fork, and made a rush at Jack; but Henry
Bannerworth interfered.
"No, no," he said, "admiral, no, no —not that. You must recollect that
you yourself have given the, no doubt, faithful fellow of yours liberty to do
and say a great many things which don't look like good service; but I have no
doubt, from what I have seen of his disposition, that he would risk his life
rather than that you should come to any harm.
"Ay, ay," said Jack; "he quite forgets when the bullets were scuttling
our nobs off Cape Ushant, when that big Frenchman had hold of him by the
skirf of his neck, and began pummelling his head, and the lee scuppers were
running with blood, and a bit of Joe Wiggins's brains had come slap in my eye,
while some of Jack Marling's guts were hanging round my neck like a nosegay,
all in consequence of grape-shot —then he didn't say as I was a swab, when I
came up, and bored a hole in the Frenchman's back with a pike. Ay, it's all
very well now, when there's a peace, and no danger, to call Jack Pringle a
lubberly rascal, and mutinous. I'm blessed if it ain't enough to make an old
pair of shoes faint away."
"Why, you infernal scoundrel," said the admiral, "nothing of the sort
ever happened, and you know it. Jack, you're no seaman." —"Werry good," said
Jack; "then, if I ain't no seaman, you are what shore-going people calls a
jolly fat old humbug."
"Jack, hold your tongue," said Henry Bannerworth; "you carry these things
too far. You know very well that your master esteems you, and you should not
presume too much upon that fact." —"My master!" said Jack; "don't call him
my master. I never had a master, and don't intend. He's my admiral if you
like; but an English sailor don't like a master."
"I tell you what it is, Jack," said the admiral; "you've got your good
qualities, I admit." —"Ay, ay, sir —that's enough; you may as well leave
off well while you can."
"But I'll just tell you what you resemble more than anything else." —
"Chew me up! what may that be, sir?"
"A French marine." —"A what! A French marine! Good-bye. I wouldn't
say another word to you, if you was to pay me a dollar a piece. Of all the
blessed insults rolled into one, this here's the worstest. You might have
called me a marine, or you might have called me a Frenchman; but to make out
that I'm both a marine and a Frenchman, d—me, if it isn't enough to make
human nature stand on an end! Now, I've done with you."
"And a good job, too," said the admiral. "I wish I'd thought of it
before. You're worse than a third day's ague, or a hot and a cold fever in
the tropics." —"Very good," said Jack; "I only hope Providence will have
mercy upon you, and keep an eye upon you when I'm gone, otherwise, I wonder
what will become of you? It wasn't so when young Belinda, who you took off
the island of Antiggy, in the Ingies, jumped overboard, and I went arter her
in a heavy swell. Howsumdever, never mind, you shook hands with me then; and
while a bushel of the briney was weeping out of the corner of each of your
blinkers, you says, says you, —"
"Hold!" cried the admiral, "hold! I know what I said, Jack. It's cut a
fathom deep in my memory. Give us your fist, Jack, and —and —" —"Hold
yourself," said Jack; "I know what you're going to say, and I won't hear you
say it —so there's an end of it. Lor bless you! I knows you, I ain't a
going to leave you. Don't be afraid; I only works you up, and works you down
again, just to see if there's any of that old spirit in you when we was aboard
the Victory. Don't you recollect, admiral?"
"Yes —yes; enough, Jack." —"Why, let me see —that was a matter of
forty years ago, nearly, when I was a youngster."
"There —there, Jack —that'll do. You bring the events of other years
fresh upon my memory. Peace —peace. I have not forgotten; but still, to
hear what you know of them, if recited, would give the old man a pang." —"A
pang," said Jack; "I suppose that's some dictionary word for a punch in the
eye. That would be mutiny with a vengeance; so I'm off."
"Go, go." —"I'm a going; and just to please you, I'll go to the Hall,
so you sha'n't say that you told me to do anything that I didn't."
Away went Jack, whistling an air, that might have been popular when he
and the admiral were young, and Henry Bannerworth could not but remark that an
appearance of great sadness came over the old man, when Jack was gone.
"I fear, sir," he said, "That heedless sailor has touched upon some
episode in your existence, the wounds of which are still fresh enough to give
you pain." —"It is so," said the admiral; "just look at me, now. Do I look
like the hero of a romantic love story?"
"Not exactly, I admit." —"Well, notwithstanding that, Jack Pringle has
touched a chord that vibrates in my heart yet," replied the admiral.
"Have you any objection to tell me of it?" —"None, whatever; and
perhaps, by the time I have done, the doctor may have found his way back
again, or Jack may bring us some news of him. So here goes for a short, but
true yarn."
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