The _Agra_ showed
her weak point: she rolled abominably. A dirty night came on. At eight
bells Mr. Grey, touched by Dodd's clemency and brimful of zeal, reported
a light in Mrs. Beresford's cabin. It had been put out as usual by the
master-at-arms; but the refractory one had relighted it
"Go and take it away," said Dodd.
Soon screams were heard from the cabin. "Oh, mercy! mercy! I will not be
drowned in the dark."
Dodd, who had kept clear of her so long, went down and tried to reassure
her.
"Oh, the tempest! the tempest!" she cried. "AND TO BE DROWNED IN THE
DARK!"
"Tempest? It is blowing half a gale of wind; that is all."
"Half a gale! Ah! that is the way you always talk to us ladies. Oh, pray
give me my light, and send me a clergyman."
Dodd took pity, and let her have her light, with a midshipman to watch
it. He even made her a hypocritical promise that should there be one
grain of danger, he would lie to; but said he must not make a foul wind
of a fair one for a few lee lurches. The _Agra_ broke plenty of glass and
crockery though, with her fair wind and her lee lurches.
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