"He keeps his characters at cross purposes with one another until it seems impossible that he should ever be able to straighten out their affairs. But he is as ingenious as he is funny, and the climax to his farce is in truth nothing less than masterly--it is so unexpected, so natural, and so uproarously funny."&emdash;New York Tribune
ribed by Mr. Chalk from his eye, and leaning over.
"What are you doing with that spy-glass?" demanded his master, beckoning to the visitor, who had drawn near. "How dare you stare in at people's windows?"
"I wasn't, sir," replied Mr. Tasker, in an injured voice. "I wouldn't think o' such a thing--I couldn't, not if I tried."
"You'd got it pointed straight at my bedroom window," cried Mr. Chalk, as he accompanied the captain down the garden. "And it ain't the first time."
"I wasn't, sir," said the steward, addressing his master. "I was watching the martins under the eaves."
"You'd got it pointed at my window," persisted the visitor.
"That's where the nests are," said Mr. Tasker," but I wasn't looking in at the window. Besides, I noticed you always pulled the blind down when you saw me looking, so I thought it didn't matter."
"We can't do anything without being followed about by that telescope," said Mr. Chalk, turning to the captain. "My wife had our house built where it is on purpos
I have read every novel I could find by this author because they are very amusing.
This is one of the more humorous books I've read, and it's easy to see how Wodehouse might have gained some of his inspiration from Jacobs. Be warned that the nautical aspects of the story take a distant second position to the relationships between an imposing assembly of bizarre characters.
I had two problems with Dialstone Lane--the first was the story leaving a few loose ends, such as the outcome of the courtship between Miss Drewitt and Edward Tredgold. The primary difficulty, however, was the slowness with which my ereader turned its pages.