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Captain Sir Horatio Hornblower sat in his bath； regarding with distaste his legs dangling over the end。 They were thin and hairy； and recalled to his mind the legs of the spiders he had seen in Central America。 It was hard to think about anything except his legs； seeing how much they were forced upon his attention by their position under his nose as he sat in this ridiculous bath； they hung out at one end while his body protruded from the water at the other。 It was only the middle portion of him； from his waist to above his knees； which was submerged； and that was bent almost double。 Hornblower found it irritating to have to take a bath in this fashion； although he tried not to allow it to irritate him； and he strove desperately to dismiss from his mind recollections of thousands of more fortable baths taken on the deck of a ship； under a wash…deck pump which threw over him unlimited quantities of stimulating sea…water。 He seized his soap and flannel； and began viciously to wash those parts of himself above the surface； and as he did so water slopped in quantities over the side on to the polished oak floor of his dressing…room。 That meant trouble for a housemaid； and in Hornblower's present mood he was glad to cause trouble。
He rose awkwardly to his feet in the bath； water flying in all directions； soaped and washed off the middle of himself； and yelled for Brown。 Brown came in at once from the bedroom； although a good servant would have sensed his master's mood and delayed for a second or two so as to be sworn at。 He hung a warm towel over Hornblower's shoulders； dexterously preventing the ends from dipping into the water as Hornblower stepped out of the soapy mess and walked across the floor leaving upon it a trail of drops and wet footprints。 Hornblower towelled himself and stared gloomily through the door into the bedroom at the clothes which Brown had laid out for him there。
〃It's a lovely morning； sir；〃 said Brown。
〃God damn your eyes；〃 said Hornblower。
He would have to put on that damned suit of buff and blue； the varnished boots and the gold fob； he had never worn that suit before； and he had hated it when the tailor tried it on him； hated it when his wife admired it； and he supposed he would go on hating it for the rest of his days and still have to wear it。 His hatred was a double one； firstly a simple； blind； unreasoning hatred； and secondly a hatred for a suit which he was quite sure did not properly set off his looks； making him appear absurd instead of merely plain。 He pulled the two…guinea linen shirt over his head； and then with infinite trouble dragged the tight buff trousers up over his legs。 They fitted him like a skin； and it was only when they were fully on； and Brown had slipped behind him and hauled the waistband taut； that he realized that he had not yet put on his stockings。 To take the trousers off again would be to admit a mistake； and he refused to do so； ripping out another oath at Brown's suggestion。 Philosophically Brown knelt and rolled up the tight trouser legs； but they would not roll even as far as the knee； making it hopeless to try to put on the long stockings。
〃Cut the tops off the damned things！〃 spluttered Hornblower。
Brown； kneeling on the floor； rolled a protesting eye up at him； but what he saw in Hornblower's face cut short anything he had in mind to say。 In disciplined silence Brown obeyed orders； bringing the scissors from the dressing…table。 Snip； snip； snip！ The tops of the stockings fell to the floor； and Hornblower put his feet into the mutilated ends and felt the first satisfaction of the day as Brown rolled down the trousers over them。 The fates might be against him； by God； but he would show them that he still had a will of his own。 He crammed his feet into the varnished boots and refrained from swearing at their tightness … he remembered guiltily that he had been weak with the fashionable bootmaker and had not insisted on fort； not with his wife standing by to see that the dictates of fashion were obeyed。
He stumped across to the dressing…table and tied his neckcloth； and Brown buckled his stock。 The ridiculous thing brushed his ears as he turned his head and his neck felt as if it were being stretched to double its length。 He had never been more unfortable in his life； he would never draw an easy breath while wearing this damned choker which Brummell and the Prince Regent had made fashionable。 He slipped on the flowered waistcoat … blue sprigged with pink … and then the broadcloth coat； buff； with big blue buttons； the inside of the pocket flaps and the reverse of the lapels and collar were of a matching blue。 For twenty years Hornblower had worn nothing except uniform； and the image that the mirror reflected back to his jaundiced eyes was unnatural； grotesque； ridiculous。 Uniform was forting … no one could blame him if it did not suit him； because he had to wear it。 But with civilian clothes he was presumed to display his own taste and choice … even though he was a married man … and people could laugh at him for what he wore。 Brown attached the gold watch to the fob； and forced it into the pocket。 It made an unsightly bulge there； over his belly； but Hornblower furiously put aside the idea of going without a watch so as to allow his clothes to fit better。 He stuffed into his sleeve the linen handkerchief which Brown handed him after shaking scent on to it； and then he was ready。
〃That's a beautiful suit； sir；〃 said Brown。
〃Beautiful rubbish！〃 said Hornblower。
He stumped back across the dressing…room and knocked on the farther door。
〃e in；〃 said his wife's voice。
Barbara was still sitting in her bath； her legs dangling over the edge just as his own had done。
〃How handsome you look； dear；〃 said Barbara。 〃It's a refreshing change to see you out of uniform。〃
Even Barbara； the nicest woman in the world； was not free of the besetting sin of womankind； approving of change merely because it was change； but Hornblower did not answer her as he answered Brown。
〃Thank you；〃 he said； trying desperately to sound gracious as he said it。
〃My towel； Hebe；〃 said Barbara。 The little Negro maid came gliding forward； and wrapped her up as she stepped out of the hip…bath。
〃Venus rises from the waves；〃 said Hornblower gallantly。 He was doing his best to fight down the feeling of awkwardness which possessed him when he saw his wife naked in the presence of another woman； even though Hebe was a mere servant； and coloured。
〃I expect；〃 said Barbara； standing while Hebe patted the towel to her skin to dry her； 〃the village has already heard of this strange habit of ours of taking baths every day。 I can hardly imagine what they think of it。〃
Hornblower could imagine； he had been a village boy himself； once。 Barbara threw off the towel and stood naked again for a moment as Hebe passed her silk shift over her head。 Women； once the barriers were down； really had no sense of decency； and Barbara in that transparent shift was even more shocking than when she was naked。 She sat at the dressing…table and set to work to cream her face while Hebe brushed her hair； there were a myriad pots and jars on the dressing…table and Barbara took ingredients from one after the other as though pounding a witches' brew。
〃I'm glad to see；〃 said Barbara； inspecting her reflection closely； 〃that the sun is shining。 It is well to have a fine day for this morning's ceremony。〃
The thought of the ceremony had been in Hornblower's mind ever since he woke up； it could not be said that he disliked the prospect； but he was not fortable about it。 It would be the first landmark in a new way of life； and Hornblower felt a not unnatural distrust of his own reactions to the change。 Barbara was studying the reflection of his face in her mirror。
〃Wele to the new Squire of Smallbridge；〃 she said； and smiled； turning towards him。
The smile transformed not only her expression but Hornblower's whole mental outlook as well。 Barbara ceased to be the great lady； the earl's daughter with the bluest blood of the aristocracy in her veins； whose perfect poise and aplomb always afflicted Hornblower with the diffidence he detested； instead she became the woman who had stood unfrighten
