“But it is rare to see such a run of ill luck,” said Parry. “And yet you play an excellent game, Mr — Mr — please forgive me, but your name escaped me at the moment of introduction.”
“Hornblower,” said Hornblower.
“Ah, yes, of course. For some reason the name is familiar to me.”
Bush glanced quickly at Hornblower. There never was such a perfect moment for reminding a Lord Commissioner about the fact that his promotion to commander had not been confirmed.
“When I was a midshipman, my lord,” said Hornblower, “I was seasick while at anchor in Spithead on board the Justinian. I believe the story is told.”
“That doesn’t seem to be the connection I remember,” answered Parry. “But we have been diverted from what I was going to say. I was about to express regret that I cannot give you your immediate revenge, although I should be most glad to have the opportunity of studying your play of the cards again.”
“You are very kind, my lord,” said Hornblower, and Bush writhed — he had been writhing ever since Hornblower had given the go‑by to that golden opportunity. This last speech had a flavour of amused bitterness that Bush feared would be evident to the admiral. But fortunately Parry did not know Hornblower as well as Bush did.
“Most unfortunately,” said Parry, “I am due to dine with Admiral Lambert.”
This time the coincidence startled Hornblower into being human.
“Admiral Lambert, my lord?”
“Yes. You know him?”
“I had the honour of serving under him on the Jamaica station. This is Mr Bush, who commanded the storming party from the Renown that compelled the capitulation of Santo Domingo.”
“Glad to see you, Mr Bush,” said Parry, and it was only just evident that if he was glad he was not overjoyed. A commissioner might well find embarrassment at an encounter with an unemployed lieutenant with a distinguished record. Parry lost no time in turning back to Hornblower.
“It was in my mind,” he said, “to try to persuade Admiral Lambert to return here with me after dinner so that I could offer you your revenge. Would we find you here if we did?”
“I am most honoured, my lord,” said Hornblower with a bow, but Bush noted the uncontrollable flutter of his fingers towards his almost empty breast pocket.
“Then would you be kind enough to accept a semi‑engagement? On account of Admiral Lambert I can make no promise, except that I will do my best to persuade him.”
“I’m dining with Mr Bush, my lord. But I would be the last to stand in the way.”
“Then we may take it as being settled as near as may be?”
“Yes, my lord.”
Parry withdrew then, ushered out by his flag lieutenant who had been one of the whist four, with all the dignity and pomp that might be expected of a peer, an admiral, and a commissioner, and he left Hornblower grinning at Bush.
“D’you think it’s time for us to dine too?” he asked.
“I think so,” said Bush.
The eating house in Broad Street was run, as might almost have been expected, by a wooden‑legged sailor. He had a pert son to assist him, who stood by when they sat at a scrubbed oaken table on oak benches, their feet in the sawdust, and ordered their dinner.
“Ale?” asked the boy.
“No. No ale,” said Hornblower.
The pert boy’s manner gave some indication of what he thought about gentlemen of the navy who ate the fourpenny ordinary and drank nothing with it. He dumped the loaded plates in front of them: boiled mutton — not very much mutton — potatoes and carrots and parsnips and barley and a dab of pease pudding, all swimming in pale gravy.
“It keeps away hunger,” said Hornblower.
It might indeed do that, but apparently Hornblower had not kept hunger away lately. He began to eat his food with elaborate unconcern, but with each mouthful his appetite increased and his restraint decreased. In an extraordinarily short time his plate was empty; he mopped it clean with his bread and ate the bread. Bush was not a slow eater, but he was taken a little aback when he looked up and saw that Hornblower had finished every mouthful while his own plate was still half full. Hornblower laughed nervously.