16 The Wine-Dark Sea - Libro della tutto

Patrick O'Brian The Wine-Dark Sea
'Very wrong indeed, sir,' said Sam looking at
his father with great affection.
'To be sure, he was only a sort of ironmonger,
but even so... I once had a splendid filly
that I hoped might win the Oaks; but if she
had, I hope I should not have dropped down
dead. In fact she never ran, and now I come
to think of it the Doctor suspected that her
lack of barrel betrayed a want of bottom. Yes.
But in my pleasure at being in your company,
and eating and drinking at last, I talk too
much, almost like that French scrub Dutourd;
and when you are fagged the wine goes to
your head, so I wander from the point.'
'Not at all, sir. Not at all, at all. Will I help
you to a chop?'
'By all means. Well, the point is this: when we
were lying off Callao I happened to tell the
Doctor that I was sending some French pris-