t
were not impossible that he had each of the three requisites you spoke
of, and I repeat it. He may, without possessing learning, have picked
up that kind of rudimentary knowledge that keenness and zeal improve on
every day; and as for tact and address, such fellows possess both as a
birthright. I have a plan in my head for the youngster; but you must all
pledge yourselves to secrecy, or I'll not venture upon it."

Here a very general chorus of promises and "on honors" broke forth;
after the subsidence of which, Captain Pike continued, still, however,
in French; and although being far from a proficient in that tongue, I
was able to follow the tenor of his discourse, and divine its meaning,
particularly as from time to time some of the listeners would propound
a question or two in English, by the aid of which I invariably contrived
to keep up with the "argument."

"You know, lads," said the captain, "that our old friend Mrs. Davis, who
keeps the boarding-house in the Upper Town, has been always worrying us
to bring her out what she calls a first-rate man-servant from England;
by which she means a creature capable of subsisting on quarter rations,
and who, too far from home to turn restive, must put up with any wages.
The very fact that he came out special, she well knows, will be a puff
for the 'Establishment' among the Canadian Members of Parliament
and the small fry of officials who dine at the house; and as to
qualifications, who will dare question the 'London footman '?"

"Pooh, pooh!" broke in Carrington; "that fellow don't look like a London
footman."

"Who says he does?" retorted the captain. "Who ever said brass buttons
and blue beads were gold and turquoise? But they pass for the same in
villages not fifty miles from where we are sailing. Mother Davis was
wife of a skipper in the timber trade who died harbor-master here; she
is not a very likely person to be critical about a butler or footman's
accomplishments."

"By Jove," cried another, "Pike is all right! Go on with your plan."

"My plan is this: we'll dress up our friend Con, here, give him a few
lessons about waiting at table, delivering a message, and so forth,
furnish him with a jolly set of characters, and start him on the road of
life with Mother Davis."

A merry roar of approving laughter broke forth from the party at this
brief summary of Captain Pike's intentions; and indeed it was not
without great difficulty I avoided joining in it.

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