[Two Years Ago, Volume II. by Charles Kingsley]@TWC D-Link bookTwo Years Ago, Volume II. CHAPTER XV 54/66
That bill would become due early in September: and how to meet it, neither mother nor daughter knew; it lay like a black plague-spot on the future, only surpassed in horror by the cholera itself. It might have been three or four days after, that Claude, lounging after breakfast on deck, was hailed from a dingy, which contained Captain Willis and Gentleman Jan. "Might we take the liberty of coming aboard to speak with your honour ?" "By all means!" and up the side they came; their faces evidently big with some great purpose, and each desirous that the other should begin. "You speak, Captain," says Jan, "you'm oldest;" and then he began himself.
"If you please, sir, we'm come on a sort of deputation--Why don't you tell the gentleman, Captain ?" Willis seemed either doubtful of the success of his deputation, or not over desirous thereof; for, after trying to put John Beer forward as spokesman, he began:-- "I'm sorry to trouble you, sir, but these young men will have it so--and no shame to them--on a matter which I think will come to nothing.
But the truth is, they have heard that you are a great painter, and they have taken it into their heads to ask you to paint a picture for them." "Not to ask you a favour, sir, mind!" interrupted Jan; "we'd scorn to be so forward; we'll subscribe and pay for it, in course, any price in reason.
There's forty and more promised already." "You must tell me, first, what the picture is to be about," said Claude, puzzled and amused. "Why didn't you tell the gentleman, Captain ?" "Because I think it is no use; and I told them all so from the first. The truth is, sir, they want a picture of my--of our schoolmistress, to hang up in the school or somewhere--" "That's it, dra'ed out all natural, in paints, and her bonnet, and her shawl, and all, just like life; we was a going to ax you to do one of they garrytypes; but she would have'n noo price; besides tan't cheerful looking they sort, with your leave; too much blackamoor wise, you see, and over thick about the nozzes, most times, to my liking; so we'll pay you and welcome, all you ask." "Too much blackamoor wise, indeed!" said Claude, amused.
"And how much do you think I should ask ?" No answer. "We'll settle that presently.
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