‘Ah, Mr Babbington, there you are: sit down. I dare say you know why I have sent for you?’
‘No, sir,’ said Babbington instantly. It was worth denying everything as long as he could.
HMS Surprise – Patrick O’Brian
‘Ah, Mr Babbington, there you are: sit down. I dare say you know why I have sent for you?’
‘No, sir,’ said Babbington instantly. It was worth denying everything as long as he could.
HMS Surprise – Patrick O’Brian
‘Stephen, Stephen, Stephen!’ Jack’s voice came along the corridor, growing louder and ending in a roar as he thrust his head into the room. ‘Oh, there you are. I was afraid you had gone off to your stoats again. The carrier has brought you an ape.’
‘What sort of an ape?’ asked Stephen.
‘A damned ill-conditioned sort of an ape. It had a can of ape at every pot-house on the road, and it is reeling drunk. It had been offering itself to Babbington.’
Post Captain – Patrick O’Brian
The lane ran straight up hill, rising higher and higher, with God knows what breakneck descent the other side. The horse slowed to a walk — the bean-fed horse, as it proved by a thunderous, long, long fart.
‘I beg your pardon,’ said the midshipman in the silence.
‘Oh, that’s all right,’ said Diana coldly. ‘I thought it was the horse.’ A sideways glance showed that this had settled Babbington’s has for the moment.
Post Captain – Patrick O’Brian
They had each received an official notification the day before, and for some reason each had brought it with him, folded or rolled. After a while Babbington and Ricketts took to changing all the words they could into obscenities, secretly in a corner, while Mowett wrote and scratched out on the back of his, counting syllables on his fingers and silently mouthing. Lucock stared straight ahead of him into vacancy. Stephen intently watched the busy unsatisfied questing of a shining dark-red rat-flea on the chequered sailcloth floor.
Master and Commander – Patrick O’Brian
Stephen rose six inches from his perch at the masthead, and with his hands folded to prevent their involuntary clutching at passing ropes, yards, blocks, and with the ape-nimble Babbington keeping pace, heaving him in towards the weather backstay, he descended through the dizzy void to the deck, where they let him out of the cocoon in which they had hoisted him aloft; for no one on board had the least opinion of his abilities as a seaman.
Master and Commander – Patrick O’Brian
‘Sir, sir,’ piped Babbington into Jack’s ear.
‘Hush, sweetheart,’ murmured his captain, whose dreaming mind was occupied with quite another sex. ‘Eh?’
Master and Commander – Patrick O’Brian