CHAPTER XIX.
"Infirm of purpose."—Macbeth.
"The Earl has deserted us to-night," said Captain de Vere, as he looked round the smoking-room but missed his brother.
"He has greater attractions in the blue eyes of Miss Ravensworth,—it must be a strong magnet, nevertheless, that draws away the Earl from his boon companions," said Sir Richard.
"It is the same story: all lovers are madmen, and our gallant host no exception," said young Scroop. "And by my faith she is a fine girl; no marvel she attracts the Earl."
"True, Scroop, but he should not desert his old love," said Sir Richard; "because Venus now clasps him in her arms, he should not desert Bacchus!"
"In my days Venus and Bacchus ever went hand in hand, but old times are changed," said the Duke of Richmond.
"D—n love, it makes fools of all good fellows," said the Captain.
"Blaspheme not love," answered Captain Wilson; "we fellows at sea are great Philanders when we get ashore."
"And not very particular in your choice," remarked the Captain.