“This evening,” says Frere, turning away; “as soon as possible.”
“There's a situation in Sydney I've been looking after,” said the other, uneasily, “if you could help me to it.”
“What is it?”
“The command of one of the Government vessels, sir.”
“Well, keep sober, then,” says Frere, “and I'll see what I can do. And keep that woman's tongue still if you can.”
The pair looked at each other, and Blunt grinned slavishly.
“I'll do my best.” “Take care you do,” returned his patron, leaving him without further ceremony.
Frere found Vickers in the garden, and at once begged him not to talk about the “business” to his daughter.
“You saw how bad she was to-day, Vickers. For goodness sake don't make her ill again.”
“My dear sir,” says poor Vickers, “I won't refer to the subject. She's been very unwell ever since. Nervous and unstrung. Go in and see her.”