I'm sure you would enjoy having
them here, Captain Brassbound; and it would be such an education
for your men! (Brassbound stares at her with drying lips.)
SIR HOWARD. Cicely: when you have quite done talking nonsense to
Captain Brassbound, we can proceed to make some definite
arrangement with him.
LADY CICELY. But it's arranged already. We'll start at eight
o'clock to-morrow morning, if you please, Captain. Never mind
about the Italian: I have a big box of clothes with me for my
brother in Rome; and there are some bootlaces in it. Now go home
to bed and don't fuss yourself. All you have to do is to bring
your men round; and I'll see to the rest. Men are always so
nervous about moving. Goodnight. (She offers him her hand.
Surprised, he pulls off his cap for the first time. Some scruple
prevents him from taking her hand at once. He hesitates; then
turns to Sir Howard and addresses him with warning earnestness.)
BRASSBOUND. Sir Howard Hallam: I advise you not to attempt this
expedition.
SIR HOWARD. Indeed! Why?
BRASSBOUND. You are safe here. I warn you, in those hills there
is a justice that is not the justice of your courts in England.
If you have wronged a man, you may meet that man there. If you
have wronged a woman, you may meet her son there. The justice of
those hills is the justice of vengeance.
SIR HOWARD (faintly amused). You are superstitious, Captain. Most
sailors are, I notice.
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