"He amazes me, this man," said he, in his slow, languid voice that never seemed to change its level. "That he should alter his course for us is in itself matter for wonder; but that he should take a risk on our behalf - that he should venture into Jamaica waters ... It amazes me, as I have said."Miss Bishop raised her eyes, and looked at him. She appeared to be very thoughtful. Then her lip flickered curiously, almost scornfully, it seemed to him. Her slender fingers drummed the table.
"What is still more amazing is that he does not hold us to ransom,"said she at last.
"It's what you deserve."
"Oh, and why, if you please?"
"For speaking to him as you did."
"I usually call things by their names."
"Do you? Stab me! I shouldn't boast of it. It argues either extreme youth or extreme foolishness." His lordship, you see, belonged to my Lord Sunderland's school of philosophy. He added after a moment: "So does the display of ingratitude."A faint colour stirred in her cheeks. "Your lordship is evidently aggrieved with me. I am disconsolate. I hope your lordship's grievance is sounder than your views of life. It is news to me that ingratitude is a fault only to be found in the young and the foolish.""I didn't say so, ma'am." There was a tartness in his tone evoked by the tartness she had used. "If you would do me the honour to listen, you would not misapprehend me. For if unlike you I do not always say precisely what I think, at least I say precisely what Iwish to convey. To be ungrateful may be human; but to display it is childish.""I ... I don't think I understand." Her brows were knit. "How have I been ungrateful and to whom?""To whom? To Captain Blood. didn't he come to our rescue?""Did he?" Her manner was frigid. "I wasn't aware that he knew of our presence aboard the Milagrosa."His lordship permitted himself the slightest gesture of impatience.
"You are probably aware that he delivered us," said he. "And living as you have done in these savage places of the world, you can hardly fail to be aware of what is known even in England: that this fellow Blood strictly confines himself to ****** war upon the Spaniards.
So that to call him thief and pirate as you did was to overstate the case against him at a time when it would have been more prudent to have understated it.""Prudence?" Her voice was scornful. "What have I to do with prudence?""Nothing - as I perceive. But, at least, study generosity. I tell you frankly, ma'am, that in Blood's place I should never have been so nice. Sink me! When you consider what he has suffered at the hands of his fellow-countrymen, you may marvel with me that he should trouble to discriminate between Spanish and English. To be sold into slavery! Ugh!" His lordship shuddered. "And to a damned colonial planter!" He checked abruptly. "I beg your pardon, Miss Bishop.
For the moment ..."
"You were carried away by your heat in defence of this ...=20sea-robber." Miss Bishop's scorn was almost fierce.
His lordship stared at her again. Then he half-closed his large, pale eyes, and tilted his head a little. "I wonder why you hate him so," he said softly.
He saw the sudden scarlet flame upon her cheeks, the heavy frown that descended upon her brow. He had made her very angry, he judged.
But there was no explosion. She recovered.
"Hate him? Lord! What a thought! I don't regard the fellow at all.""Then ye should, ma'am." His lordship spoke his thought frankly.
"He's worth regarding. He'd be an acquisition to the King's navy - a man that can do the things he did this morning. His service under de Ruyter wasn't wasted on him. That was a great seaman, and - blister me! - the pupil's worthy the master if I am a judge of anything. Idoubt if the Royal Navy can show his equal. To thrust himself deliberately between those two, at point-blank range, and so turn the tables on them! It asks courage, resource, and invention. And we land-lubbers were not the only ones he tricked by his manouvre. That Spanish Admiral never guessed the intent until it was too late and Blood held him in check. A great man, Miss Bishop. A man worth regarding."Miss Bishop was moved to sarca**.
"You should use your influence with my Lord Sunderland to have the King offer him a commission."His lordship laughed softly. "Faith, it's done already. I have his commission in my pocket." And he increased her amazement by a brief exposition of the circumstances. In that amazement he left her, and went in quest of Blood. Hut he was still intrigued. If she were a little less uncompromising in her attitude towards Blood, his lordship would have been happier.
He found the Captain pacing the quarter-deck, a man mentally exhausted from wrestling with the Devil, although of this particular occupation his lordship could have no possible suspicion. With the amiable familiarity he used, Lord Julian slipped an arm through one of the Captain's, and fell into step beside him.
"What's this?" snapped Blood, whose mood was fierce and raw. His lordship was not disturbed.
"I desire, sir, that we be friends," said he suavely.
"That's mighty condescending of you!"
Lord Julian ignored the obvious sarca**.
"It's an odd coincidence that we should have been brought together in this fashion, considering that I came out to the Indies especially to seek you.""Ye're not by any means the first to do that," the other scoffed.
"But they've mainly been Spaniards, and they hadn't your luck.""You misapprehend me completely," said Lord Julian. And on that he proceeded to explain himself and his mission.
When he had done, Captain Blood, who until that moment had stood still under the spell of his astonishment, disengaged his arm from his lordship's, and stood squarely before him.
