Hornblower and the Crisis

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Hornblower was expecting the knock on the door, because he had seen through his cabin window enough to guess what was happening outside.

“Waterhoy coming alongside, sir,” reported Bush, hat in hand.

“Very well, Mr. Bush.” Hornblower was disturbed in spirit and, irritated, had no intention of smoothing Bush’s path for him.

“The new captain’s on board, sir.” Bush was perfectly well aware of Hornblower’s mood yet was not ingenious enough to cope with it.

“Very well, Mr. Bush.”

But that was simple cruelty, the deliberate teasing of a nearly dumb animal; Hornblower realized that such behaviour really gave him no pleasure and only occasioned embarrassment to Bush. He relented to the extent of introducing a lighter touch into the conversation.

“So now you have a few minutes to spare for me, Mr. Bush?” he said. “It’s a change after your preoccupation of the last two days.”

That was neither fair nor kind, and Bush showed his feelings in his face.

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