Hornblower: Loyalty Page #2

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You study

the naval gazette.

Well, there is

one man, sir,

But he's not a captain.

I've read much

of your exploits, sir.

What? Horn-

Well, i'm sorry.

I'm in no position

to offer you anything.

Indeed. You should think

more carefully, sir,

Before you nail

your colors to the mast.

Well, if he wishes to go into

battle with mr. Hornblower,

There's always

the card table,

But i warn you,

mr. Hammond.

The lieutenant is an

exceptionally gifted player.

My trick again,

by god.

One more trick,

and the game is ours.

Well, you and your nephew

Have all the luck of the

devil, captain hammond.

Mr. Hornblower, why are

you a lieutenant again

And no longer

a commander?

Because my promotion

was disallowed

When the retribution

was laid up.

The country can't afford

to keep a wartime navy.

Otherwise, we'd be paying this

damned income tax every year.

Let's hope england's

haste to decommission

Does not prove

to be premature.

What do you think,

mr. Bush,

Or do you decline

from speculating

As well as gambling?

I'm equally poor

at both, sir,

But if i were

a gambling man,

I'd wager that this

peace won't last long.

Whatever bony's planning,

We'll be ready for him,

won't we, uncle?

This is hardly

the place to gossip

About military

matters, boy.

It's an officers club.

Even in such illustrious company, sir,

The best part of valor

is discretion.

And for all we know,

mr. Hornblower here

Might be sharing

his berth

With some republican

strumpet.

Oh.

Indeed,

i'm not, sir.

Oh, no,

not mr. Hornblower.

Unlucky with women.

Unlucky at cards.

Trick and rubber,

i think.

I think not, sir.

So. So we're down

to the last trick, then.

Which, i believe,

is mine, also.

You hold but a 7,

do you not?

I did warn you.

His talent

is quite formidable.

Well, gentlemen,

this evening

Has been quite

an education.

Hmm. A damned expensive

education at that.

Thank you, lieutenant.

I hope you and i-

Hammond:
come, jack.

Sir edward.

Mm-Hmm.

Gentlemen.

Here's your winnings.

Use them wisely.

I'll see you

aboard the flagship

Two bells tomorrow

forenoon. Mr. Bush.

What do you think

he wants?

Well, i doubt he wants

to play whist.

No, but you-

You risked everything

on one hand.

My chances had to right

themselves mathematically.

Don't you see?

Of course.

No. No, i don't.

Ha ha!

Aha.

Good evening,

mrs. Mason.

Oh, it might be

for young rakes

Squandering

their rent money

On dissipation

and drink.

By the scent

of gin, madam,

It's plain you've had

a head start.

Such insolence...

And those that can't

even pay their reckoning.

If mr. Mason were here,

he'd throw you out!

Please, mother.

Don't.

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