do
Lewrie never could make sense of how 'loving couples' addressed each other. Commoners' wives might refer to 'The Mister,' or cry out their husband's surname to get his attention… perhaps even in the 'melting moments' before orgasm! 'Oh, Smith, oh, Mister, yes, yes!'?
Capt. Treghues looked as if he'd like to tell her to mind her own business, put a sock in it, or simply bugger off, but… years in harness with her, years of bleakness, might have
'Of course, I will issue a directive that there will be none of that, dearest,' Treghues announced, stiffening his back and lifting his chin, as if to make his surrender to her will seem all noble. 'And, it goes without saying that any chicanery or pilferage on the part of the mountebanks will be severely punished, as such crimes would in fact be were they committed on any street in England.'
'Hmmph!,' in a
'Well, perhaps I should return to
'Yayss,' Capt. Treghues drawled, turning his forbidding gaze in Lewrie's direction once more. 'Perhaps you should, Lewrie.'
'Very well, sir.'
'Tomorrow night, though, sir,' Capt. Cowles said as he gathered up his own things preparatory to departing himself. 'Let us say about the end of the First Dog, I would admire did you dine aboard my ship,
'I should be absolutely delighted, Captain Cowles, thankee very kindly,' Lewrie answered, most pleasantly surprised that
'No bother, Captain Lewrie,' Cowles most agreeably replied. 'We bear a perfectly ample and varied wine cellar aboard, surplus to the passengers' personal stores. I dare say a fresh-butchered roast would go down nicely… with fresh butter and piping-hot rolls baked not a quarter-hour before, hey? Can't beat the victuals of an Indiaman!'
'Before I begin to slaver, sir, let me say that you do me
'Last Sunday, Captain Lewrie…' Lady Treghues said, instead. And Capt. Treghues stiffened in wariness for which bee had got in her bonnet, this time. 'We ordered Divine Services, and your frigate was fairly close under our lee. Though, I do
'Now, dearest…' Treghues began, with much 'ahemming.'
'We do not, Lady Treghues,' Lewrie told her. 'Few ships under the Third Rate ever do. We hold what lay portions of the liturgy as are allowed, without the presumption of a real chaplain's offices. It would be a touch… sacrilegious to do otherwise, milady.'
'Treghues, this coming Sunday, we simply
'Of course, dearest,' he just had to agree.
'Reverend William Wilberforce offered, milady,' Lewrie couldn't help say in parting. 'Sadly, we had to depart Portsmouth before a man of his selection could come down from London and come aboard.'
'The Reverend…
'I… see!' Lady Treghues intoned, much subdued, and sharing a fretful look with 'the captain' of hers.
'Your offer for your Reverend… Proctor, did ye say?… to conduct a proper service aboard is, may I say, equally kind, milady,' Lewrie told her with a reverent bow in
'The Abolitionist Society!' Capt. Cowles snickered at his side in the companionable darkness, looking out on the riding lights of the convoy that glittered on a slow-heaving dark ocean. 'My
BOOK III
'Fornix tibi et unctu popina
''Tis the brothel, I see, and greasy cookshop
that stir in you a longing for the city, and
the fact that that poky spot will grow pepper
and spice, as soon as grapes, and that there is
no tavern hard by that can supply you with wine
and flute-playing courtesans to whose strains
you can dance and thump the ground.'
Horace,
CHAPTER FOURTEEN