She acknowledged his bow with a smile.
It is heavenly to be at sea again, Captain, she said. You have given me no opportunity so far to tell you how grateful I am to you for taking me away from Panama. To be a prisoner was bad enough, but to be free and yet to be confined there by force of circumstances would have driven me out of my mind. Believe me, Captain, you have won my eternal gratitude.
Hornblower bowed again.
I trust the Dons treated your ladyship with all respect?
She shrugged her shoulders.
Well enough. But Spanish manners can grow trying. I was in charge of Her Excellencyan admirable woman. But insupportably dull. In Spanish America women are treated like Mohammedans. And Spanish-American food
The words recalled to Hornblower the banquet he had just endured, and the expression on his face made Lady Barbara break off her sentence to laugh so infectiously that Hornblower could not help but join in.
Will you not sit down, Captain?
Hornblower resented the suggestion. He had never once during this commission sat in a chair on his own deck, and he disliked innovations in his habits.
Thank you, your ladyship, but I prefer to stand if I may. I came to give you good news.
Indeed? Then your company is doubly pleasant. I am all eagerness to hear.
Your brother, Sir Arthur, has won a great victory in Portugal over the French. Under the terms of a convention the French are evacuating the country and are handing over Lisbon to the English army.
That is very good news. I have always been proud of Arthurthis makes me prouder still.
It gives me great pleasure to be the first to congratulate his sister.
Lady Barbara contrived miraculously to bow although seated in her hammock chairHornblower was conscious of the difficulty of the feat and grudgingly admitted to himself that it was well done.
How did the news come?
It was announced to the Viceroy while I was at dinner
with him. A ship had reached Porto Bello from Cadiz, and a messenger rode express by the waggon road. There was other news as wellhow true is more than I can say.
To what effect, Captain?
The Spaniards claim a victory, too. They say a whole army of Bonapartes has surrendered to them in Andalusia. They are already looking forward to an invasion of France in company with the English army.
And how true do you think it is?
I distrust it. They may have cut off a detachment by good luck. But it will need more than a Spanish army to beat Bonaparte. I can foresee no speedy end to the war.
Lady Barbara nodded a grave approval. She looked out to where the sun was sinking into the sea, and Hornblower looked with her. To him the disappearance of the sun each evening into those placid waters was a daily miracle of beauty. The line of the horizon cut the disc now. They watched silently as the sun sank farther and farther. Soon only a tiny edge was left; it vanished, reappeared for a second like a glint of gold as the Lydia heaved up over the swell, and then faded once more. The sky glowed red in the west, but overhead it grew perceptibly darker with the approach of night.
Beautiful! Exquisite! said Lady Barbara; her hands were tightly clasped together. She was silent for a moment before she spoke again, returning to the last subject of conversation. Yes. One gleam of success and the Spaniards will look on the war as good as over. And in England the herd will be expecting my brother to lead the army into Paris by Christmas. And if he does not they will forget his victories and clamour for his head.
Hornblower resented the word herdby birth and by blood he was one of the herd himselfbut he was aware of the profound truth of Lady Barbaras remarks. She had summed up for him his opinion both of the Spanish national temperament and of the British mob. Along with that went her appreciation of the sunset and her opinion of Spanish-American food. He actually felt well disposed towards her.
I hope, he said, ponderously, that your ladyship was provided to-day during my absence with everything necessary? A ship is poorly provided with comforts for women, but I hope that my officers did their best for your ladyship.
Thank you, Captain, they did indeed. There is only one more thing that I wish for, which I should like to ask as a favour.
Yes, your ladyship?
And that is that you do not call me your ladyship. Call me Lady Barbara, if you will.
Certainly, YourLady Barbara. Ha-hm.
Ghosts of dimples appeared in the thin cheeks, and the bright eyes sparkled.
And if Lady Barbara does not come easily to you, Captain, and you wish to attract my attention, you can always say ha-hm.
Hornblower stiffened with anger at this impertinence. He was about to turn on his heel, drawing a deep breath as he did so, and he was about to exhale that breath and clear this throat when he realised that he would never again, or at least until he had reached some port where he could get rid of this woman, be able to make use of that useful and noncommittal sound. But Lady Barbara checked him with outstretched hand; even at that moment he noticed her long slender fingers.