They bowed, and shook hands, however, and bowed again, and each was the
other's 'servant;' and being seated, they talked _de generalibus_; for
the good parson would not come like an executioner and take his prisoner
by the throat, but altogether in the spirit of the shepherd, content to
walk a long way about, and wait till he came up with the truant, and
entreating him kindly, not dragging or beating him back to the flock,
but leading and carrying by turns, and so awaiting his opportunity. But
Devereux was in one of his moods. He thought the doctor no friend to his
suit, and was bitter, and formal, and violent.
CHAPTER LXVI.
OF A CERTAIN TEMPEST THAT AROSE AND SHOOK THE CAPTAIN'S SPOONS AND
TEA-CUPS; AND HOW THE WIND SUDDENLY WENT DOWN.
'I'm very glad, Sir, to have a few quiet minutes with you,' said the
doctor, making then a little pause; and Devereux thought he was going to
re-open the matter of his suit. 'For I've had no answer to my last
letter, and I want to know all you can tell me of that most promising
young man, Daniel Loftus, and his most curious works.'
'Dan Loftus is dead and--' (I'm sorry to say he added something else);
'and his works have followed him, Sir,' said the strange captain,
savagely; for he could not conceive what business the doctor had to
think about _him_, when Captain Devereux's concerns were properly to be
discussed.
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