Count GURNEY DELAUNAY! Not remember all that! Not recollect the pretty
set with the River, the boat-house, and the figure-heads! Ah, tell it
to the Marines! Not that they would believe you! I remember it, and a
good deal more. Now it came about in this way. You see Miss MILLWARD
thought that Lieutenant CHARLES WARNER, R.N.--"her sweetheart as a
boy"--was dead, and, like a sensible young lady, made arrangements to
marry his foster-brother, meaning GLENNEY. This she would have done
most comfortably, had not the Count and a Boat-builder, one JULIAN
CROSS PENNYCAD, objected. But after all, their opposition wouldn't
have come to much hadn't Lieutenant CHARLES WARNER, R.N., taken it
into his head to turn up from the Centre of Africa, or the Cannibal
Islands, or somewhere. On second thoughts I don't think it could have
been the Cannibal Islands, because _there_ they would have certainly
eaten him--he looked so plump, and in such excellent condition. Well,
Lieutenant WARNER, R.N., finding that Miss MILLWARD was on the eve of
marrying Mr. GLENNEY, most nobly made room for his foster-brother, and
hurried back to sea. But as luck (and Mr. HENRY PETTIT) would have it,
just as the lady and gentleman were on their way to Stepney Old Church
to be spliced, who should turn up in a uniform that showed him to be
a fine figure of a man but Lieutenant WARNER, R.N., himself--with
the Press Gang. It turned out that Lieutenant WARNER's ship was very
under-manned, and that he had been ordered by his Captain to get all
the sailors he could on board H.M.S. _Dauntless_--a vessel, by the
way, that afterwards proved to be the very image of the _Victory_.
And here came a complication. Through the treachery of JULIAN CROSS
PENNYCAD, Lieutenant WARNER seized Mr. GLENNEY just as he and Miss
MILLWARD were entering Stepney Old Church. Says Mr. GLENNEY to
Lieutenant WARNER, "What, taking me, because you are jealous of me,
on my wedding-day! You ought to be ashamed of yourself!" or words to
that effect. Says Lieutenant WARNER, R.N., to Mr. GLENNEY, "Nothing