This historic book may have numerous typos, missing text or index. Purchasers can download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher. 1896. Not illustrated. Excerpt: ... "A boat going out to him. Well, I declare--a boatful of dignitaries." "Mercy on us!" "Yes; I see papa, and I see the secretary of the Cambrian Club, and another gentleman--a deputation, I do believe. No--how stupid I am I Why, the new arrival must be Mr. Laxton, that wrote and told papa he was coming; he is the son of an old friend, a shipbuilder. Papa is sure to ask him to dinner; and / ask you. Do come. He will be quite a lion." "I am very unfortunate. Can't possibly come to-day. Got to dine on board the Warrior, and meet the prince; name down ; no getting off." "Oh, what a pity! It would have been so nice ; you and Captain Laxton together." "Captain Laxton! Who is he?" "Why, the gentleman with the beard." "Hang it all, don't call him a captain." "Not when he has a ship of his own?" "So has a collier, and the master of a fishing-lugger. Besides, these swells are only fair-weather skippers; there's always a sailing-master aboard their vessels that takes the command if it blows a capful of wind." "Indeed ! then I despise them. But I am sorry you can't come, Arthur." "Are you really, love?" "You know I am." "Then that is all I care for. A dandy yachtsman is no lion to me." "We ought to go home now," said Ellen, "or we shall not have time to dress." He had not only to dress, but to drive ten miles; yet he went with her to her very door. He put the time to profit; he got her to promise everything short of marrying him without papa's consent, and as she was her father's darling, and in reality ruled him, not he her, that obstacle did not seem insurmountable. That evening the master of the yacht dined at the mayor's, and was the lion of the evening. His face was rather handsome, what one could see of it, and his beard manly. He had travelled and cruised for years, an...
