Wretch by William Black
The Pupil of Aurelius; and The Four Macnicols
CHAPTER II. IN
CHAPTER III. A
CHAPTER IV. THE
CHAPTER V. THE
SNOW AND MIST
CHAPTER IX. THE
CHAPTER X. JINNY.
CHAPTER XII. NEW
CHAPTER XIV. AT
CHAPTER XV. A
CHAPTER XVIII. A
CHAPTER XX. THE
CHAPTER XXII. A
'BRING HOME THE
BRIDE SO FAIR!'
THE PUPIL OF
CHAPTER I. A
ALONE IN LONDON.
CHAPTER III. A
CHAPTER IV. A
CHAPTER VI. THE
END OF THE
CHAPTER II. THE
LAST OF THE
CHAPTER V. THE
THE BEAUTIFUL WRETCH
AUTHOR OF 'MACLEOD OF DARE,' 'SUNRISE,' ETC.
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THE BEAUTIFUL WRETCH.
CHAPTER I. SINGING SAL.
On a certain golden afternoon in August, when the sea was as still
and radiant as the vaulted blue overhead, and when the earth was lying
so hushed and silent that you would have thought it was listening for
the chirp of the small birds among the gorse, a young girl of about
seventeen or so was walking over the downs that undulate, wave on wave,
from Newhaven all along the coast to Brighton. This young lady was tall
for her age; slim of form; and she had a graceful carriage; her face
was fair and markedly freckled; her nose was piquant rather than
classical; her hair, which was of a ruddy gold hue, was rebellious, and
strayed about her ears and neck in accidental wisps and rings: her
grayish or gray-blue eyes were reserved and thoughtful rather than
shrewd and observant. No, she was not beautiful; but she had a face
that attracted interest; and though her look was timid and retiring,
nevertheless her eyes could, on occasion, light up with a sudden humour
that was inclined to be sarcastic. So busy, indeed, was she generally,
on these solitary wanderings of hers, with her own thoughts and
fancies, that sometimes she laughed to herselfa low, quiet little
laugh that none but herself could hear.
This was Miss Anne Beresford, who was called by her sisters Nan. But
it was an old friend of the family, and one of England's most famous
sailors, who, at a very early period of her career, had bestowed on her
the sobriquet of the Beautiful Wretch; and that partly because she was
a pretty and winning child, and partly because she was in the habit of
saying surprisingly irreverent things. Now, all children say irreverent
things, simply because they read the highest mysteries by the light of
their own small experiences; but Nan Beresford's guesses at the
supernatural were more than usually audacious. When, for example, she
arrived at the conclusion that fairies were never seen in the daytime
for the reason that God had had them all 'fwied for his bweakfast,' it
was clear that she was bringing a quite independent mind to bear on the
phenomena of the universe around her. And then, of course, all sorts of
sayings that she never uttered or thought of were attributed to her.
Whenever a story was particularly wicked, it was sure to be put down to
Nan Beresford. The old Admiral, who had at the outset given her that
nickname, spent a great deal of time that might have been profitably
employed otherwise in deliberately inventing impieties, each of which
was bruited about in certain circles as 'Nan's last;' and if you
happened to meet him anywhere between the United Service Club and
Spring Gardens, completely self-absorbed, his face brimming over with
laughter, you might be sure he was just putting on a finishing touch.
Rather than abandon one of these self-invented stories of his, I think
he would have parted with any half-dozen of his crosses and medals; but
indeed this last would not have been difficult, for he had served in
every part of the world where a ship would float, and honours and
dignities had been showered upon him.
Naturally, there came a time when these stories had to cease; but
Nan Beresford preserved her independent way of looking at things, and
she was clearly the clever one of the family. Moreover, with all her
retiring ways, she was always quite capable of holding her own. Her
elder sisters were handsome, and a good many young gentlemen, amongst
others, came about the house; some of whom, thinking to be facetious,
would occasionally begin to tease Miss Nan, she being the youngest
admitted to lunch or afternoon tea. But this shy, freckled young
person, whose eyes could laugh up so quickly, had a nimbleness of wit
and dexterity of fence that usually left her antagonist exceedingly
sorry. One can imagine a gay young swallow darting about in the
evening, having quite satisfied himself as to food, and thinking only
in his frolicsome way of chevying and frightening the innocent insect
tribe. But what if, by dire mischance, he should dart at something and
find he had seizeda wasp! Some of the merry young gentlemen were glad
to leave the Beautiful Wretch alone.
However, all these things must now be looked upon as bygones.
Seventeen has come; its dignity and seriousness have followed upon the
frolics of untutored youth; and the sweet charm of maidenhood has
smoothed down such angularities as were formerly permissible. If Miss
Anne Beresford shows her independence now, it is mostly in a sort of
half-declared contempt of sentimentalities and flirtationsof which,
to be sure, she sees a good deal around her. She likes to be alone; she
reads much; she has ideas; she worships Mr. Huxley; and she needs no
other company than her own when she goes off on long explorations of
curving shore or inland vale. On this particular afternoon, for
example, she was walking all the way to Brighton from Newhaven, having
already walked to the latter place in the morning; and as her light and
free step carried her over the close, warm, thyme-scented turf, she was
smiling to herselfat some incident, no doubt, that her memory had
Well, at this moment some one addressed her.
She had been vaguely aware that a woman was sitting there, by the
side of some furze bushes; but she had kept her eyes away, being a
little afraid of tramps. On being challenged, however, she turned and
looked, and then she saw that this was no ordinary tramp, but an
itinerant musician well known along the south coast by the name of
Singing Sal. She was a good-looking, trimly-dressed, strapping wench of
five-and-twenty, with a sun-tanned face, brilliant white teeth when she
laughed, and big brown eyes that were at once friendly and audacious in
their scrutiny. She looked indeed more like a farmer's daughter dressed
for market-day; but on one side of her, on the green-sward, lay a
guitar; and on the other, a little leather wallet that she had
unstrapped. Apparently she had been having a nap on this warm
afternoon, for she was smoothing down her black hair.
'I beg your pardon, Miss,' she said, with very great respect, but
with a sort of timidly friendly look in her eyes, 'but I have often
seen you as you was walking along the downs; and many's the time I have
wished to have a word with you, if there was nobody by. Yes, and many's
the time I have thought about you.'
Nan Beresford hesitated for a second whether she should stay or not.
But she knew this young woman very well by sight; and her appearance
and manner were alike extremely prepossessing. Nan had heard her sing,
but never speak; and she was surprised by the correct way in which she
spoke; she had scarcely anything of the Sussex intonation.
'Yes,' said Singing Sal, looking up at the young lady, 'many's the
time that I have thought I should like to tell you what I've been
thinking about you, as I saw you go by. I've often been thinking that
if one could only see into it, the mind of a young lady like
youbrought up like you in the middle of nothing but kindness and
goodnesswhy, it must be the most beautiful thing in the world. Just
like that out thereclear and silver-like.'
She nodded in the direction of the seawhere the pale blue plain
was touched here and there with silver and golden reflections. Nan was
embarrassed; nevertheless she remained. There was something winning
about the fresh-coloured, frank-eyed lass.
'And I think I have seen a little bit into your mind, Miss,' said
she, with a smile. 'Would you look at thisif I may make so bold?'
There was a bit of red silk round her neck, and attached to it was a
florin. She held up the perforated coin, and glanced at the face of the
young girl. Nan Beresford blushed.
'You remember, Miss? That was the night as I was singing in front of
the Old Ship, though what I did that for I don't know; I prefer my own
friends and my own haunts. But do you know what I said to myself when I
got to my lodgings that night? I said, What was the young lady
thinking of when she gave you that florin? It wasn't an accident; for
she took it carefully out of her purse. And it wasn't because she
thought you were starving; for you don't look like that. No, she gave
it to you that you might think it enough for one night's earnings, and
go away home, and not be stared at any longer by a crowd of men. That
was what the young lady was thinking in her mind; and if ever you spend
that two shillings, Sal, you'll be a mean wretch. And many's the time
I thought I would like to speak to ye, Miss, if only as it might be to
ask your name.'
This woman was frank even to boldness in her scrutiny, and her
manner was rough and ready; but there was a touch of something fine
about hersomething true, downright, unmistakablethat somehow won
people's confidence. Nan Beresford drew nearer to her, though she
'Is there anything?' said Nan; and then she stopped. She was
about to ask if there was anything she could do for this new
acquaintance; but she suddenly reflected that the young woman was
smartly dressed and apparently well-to-do. Singing Sal quickly broke in
on her embarrassment.
'Yes,' she said, smiling, 'you don't like my making a show of
myselfsinging for coppers in the street. But isn't there worse than
that among the people you live among, Miss? Mind, I see life in the
rough; I can't always choose my company; and I have to take things as
they come; but when I hear of very fine young ladiesmind, not poor
girls driven by starvation, or forced to support a sick mother, or
kicked out of doors by a drunken fatherand these fine ladies going
and selling themselves for so many thousands a year and a swell
carriagewell, it sounds queer, I think. But I'm sure, Miss,' she
said, regarding the girl, 'you won't make a marriage for money. You
don't look like that.'
Again Nan Beresford flushed hastily; and she said, with a touch of
anger, 'I prefer not to speak of such things. I am tired of listening
to women who can talk of nothing but sweethearts and marriage. Surely
there are other matters of as much importance'
But then it occurred to her that this was scarcely civil; so she
turned to this pleasant-looking stranger and said, with a grave
courtesy, 'I presume you are returning to Brighton?'
'Yes, I am.'
'To remain there?'
Sal laughed in her quiet way.
'Lord love you, my dear young lady, I never saw the town yet that
could hold me for more than a couple o' nights. I live in the open.
This is what I like bestopen sea, open sky, open downs. I do believe
my forefathers were either gipsies, or else they had had a good dose o'
the treadmill; for I'm never content but when I'm on the trudgewet
weather or fine, all's the same to me; but foursquare walls I can't
'I am afraid you must lead a very solitary life,' said Nan, with
'Why, bless you, Miss, the world is full of things, said the other
cheerfully; 'and as you tramp along there's always something turning up
for you to look at. Oh, I've plenty of friends, too, for the matter of
that. I bring a bit of news to the farms, and sometimes toys for the
coastguardsmen's childrenelse the women would get jealous; and I have
an eye for the mackerel-shoals, for the fishermen; and I know where the
sailors are, if there's any sport going on. Yes, I have a good many
friends, Miss. I can tell you it would be a bad business for any one
who laid a finger on me, anywheres between Dover and Portsmouth; I
think the word would be passed along pretty quick. Not that I can't
take care o' myself,' added Sal with a modest smile. 'I'm not afraid to
be out o' nights, when I know where my bed is; and sometimes I can do
without that. Why, that is the best of all the trampsa clear
moonlight night along these downs; and you have the whole world to
yourself; everything and everybody asleep, except maybe a watchdog up
at one of the farms. And the ships out at seayou can tell whether
they're going up or down Channel by the red or the green light, and you
think of the poor chap at the helm, and hope he'll get soon home to his
wife and children. That is a real fine tramp, Miss; you want to sing
almost, and yet it's too beautiful to be broken by a sound. And then
there's a fortnight in the Spring when the birds come overoh! that's
wonderful. If you start about half-past two or a quarter to three, you
get in amongst them; and the first thing you hear is the whistle,
quick, and sharp, and yet far away, of the curlews. Then you begin to
feel that they are passing overhead; you can't see anything; it is like
a whisper filling all the air; the darkness is just full of wingssoft
and soft; you're afraid to put up your hand in case you might hurt some
poor creature at the end of its long voyage; and you listen and listen
as you walk along, waiting for the gray daylight in the east, to show
them where to pick up some food in the fields. Ah! Miss, if you only
had the courage to rise as early as that'
'Oh, I willI will!' said Nan eagerly, quite forgetting what her
mother might have to say about this strange acquaintance. 'But what has
made you take to such a way of living? You are very well educated.'
'You are kind to say so, Miss,' remarked Singing Sal, who was
evidently greatly pleased. 'But it's little education I ever got,
except from two or three books I have made companions of, like. I kept
my father's shop in Tunbridge until he married a second time; then it
grew too hot for me, rather; and so I took to the road, and I've never
regretted it. Human nature is what I like to look at; and if I may make
so bold as to say it, I guess there's more human nature among the poor
folk than among the rich. But I'll tell you about that some other
time,' she added, returning to her ordinary free-and-easy manner. 'I
see you want to go. You've looked at your watch twice.'
'But you're going to Brighton also?' said Nan, somewhat timidly.
'Not with you, Miss,' was the prompt reply. 'No, no. But perhaps, if
it is not making too free, you will be so friendly as to tell me your
'My name is Anne Beresford, and I live in Brunswick Terrace,' said
'Thank ye kindly, Miss,' said Singing Sal, regarding the young lady
with great friendliness and respect. 'Maybe I shall see you some other
day on the downs, for I think you are as fond of them as I am myself.
She rose with some sense of natural courtesy. But she rather turned
away, also; and she kept her hands behind her. So Nan bade her good-bye
in return; and continued on her way along the lonely cliffs.
Some considerable time thereafter, when Nan Beresford was nearing
Brighton, she turned and looked behind her; and she could make out, on
the summit of one of the rounded undulations towards Rottingdean, the
figure of a woman, whom she at once guessed to be Singing Sal. That
solitary figure was impressive therehigh up on the edge of the slope;
the still, shining sea far below her; and all around her and illumining
her, as it were, the reddening glow flooding over from the westering
sun. Nanperhaps moved by some subtle compunction, perhaps only in
token of friendly remembrancetook out her handkerchief and waved it
twice; but there was no response.
CHAPTER II. IN BRUNSWICK TERRACE.
That same afternoon all Brighton was astir with curiosity because of
a large vessel that had slowly come in from the west before an almost
imperceptible breeze. She came unusually, and, as some thought,
dangerously close in shore; and no doubt she looked even larger than
she really was, for she had every stitch of canvas set, from her royals
down to her lower studding sails, that stood out on each side like
great bat's wings; while all this mass of sail was dark in shadow
against the western glow. As the spectators watched her, those among
them who knew a little about nautical matters guessed that this must be
a man-of-war from the rapidity with which she began to furl her
sailsletting the golden light shine along between her spars; while
they further concluded, from the fact that only a kedge was thrown out
at her bows, that her stay in these shallow waters would be brief.
Now we must see how the advent of this stranger was regarded by the
occupants of a certain drawing-room in Brunswick Terrace. These were
fivea mother, son, and three daughters; and as they will all appear,
more or less, in the following history, it may be as well to introduce
them now and categorically to the reader.
First of all came Lady Beresford herselfan elderly, sallow-faced,
weak-looking woman, the widow of a General Officer who had got his
K.C.B.-ship for long service in India. She had a nervous system that
she worshipped as a sort of fetish; and in turn the obliging divinity
relieved her from many of the cares and troubles of this wearyful
world. For how could she submit to any discomfort or privation (the
family were not very well off for their station in life); or how could
she receive objectionable visitors, or investigate cases of harrowing
distress, or remonstrate with careless livery-stable keepers, or call
to account extortionate milliners when this precious nervous system had
to be considered? Lady Beresford turned away from these things and
ordered round her bath-chair, and was taken out to the end of the Pier,
that she might be soothed by the music and the sea air.
The eldest daughter in this drawing-room (the eldest daughter of the
family was married and in India) had not much nervousness about her.
She was a handsome, tall, blonde girl of the clear-cut English type,
cold and even proud in manner, strict in the performance of all her
duties, and not very charitable in her criticism of others. She had a
good figure; she dressed well; clear health shone in her pale fair face
and bright cold eyes. She was a daring horsewoman. Her brother called
her 'Nails,' which was a final contraction for 'Old Hard-as-Nails.'
The next sister, Edith, that same graceless youth was in the habit
of calling 'The Sentimental.' She was the darkest of the family, and
the most beautiful also, where every one was more or less good-looking.
She had soft brown hair, dark blue-gray eyes of the tenderest
expression, and a beseeching innocent look. She was fond of music;
played and sang very fairly herself; but she was most admirable as a
listener. In a room filled with half-murmuring people, she alone
remained mute and devoted; her chair drawn close to the piano; her form
motionless. It is true her brother boldly attributed Edith's strict
observance of this attitude to the fact that she knew she had a
striking profile, and that in no other way could she be so well seen by
the room. But then there are some people who will say anything.
In point of family order Nan Beresford came next; but, as we have
seen, she was at this moment away out on the downs, marching briskly,
and much pleased with herself and the world generally.
'The Baby' was the youngest of the sistersa pretty child of
fifteen; a trifle spoiled and bad-tempered, otherwise characterless
enough. So now we may pass on to the personage who considered himself
of chief consequence in the houseMr. Thomas Beresford, the only son,
who now stood at the window, thrumming on the panes, to the infinite
annoyance of his mother. He was an exceedingly handsome boy of about
eighteen, slightly built, tall, and dressed with an elaborate
precision. The lad was clever enough, and good-natured enough, but he
had been spoiled all his life longfirst by his sisters, and then by
the men who wanted to marry his sisters. He harried and worried the
whole household indiscriminately, but he was especially hard upon Nan.
He said Nan had a character that he wished to form. Girls wanted
roughing. There was far too much flimsiness and fashionability about
their social circle. In time he trusted to be able to make something
out of Nan.
Well, he was thrumming contemplatively on the window-panes, watching
this big dark ship come along from the west.
'Thomas, I wish you would cease that distressing noise,' said his
mother, with a plaintive sigh.
He ceased his thrumming and took to whistling.
'Tom,' said the musical sister, 'I do wish you wouldn't try to pick
up new airs. You can't do it. Why don't you keep to Home, Sweet Home,
or In a Cottage near a Wood'
But, to give effect to this remonstrance, she had turned in her
chair in which she was reading, and, in so doing, came in sight of the
window, and the sea, and the new arrival there.
'Oh!' she exclaimed, 'what a beautiful large yacht!'
The youth at the window shrugged his shoulders.
'Well, you are a fool,' he said politely.
'Thank you,' she replied.
'I'll tell you whatit's a man-o'-war brig,' continued he, with an
air of importance. 'And what's more, I hope the fellow knows where he's
coming to. I don't see them taking any soundings; and the notion of
bringing a man-o'-war in here'
He went and got an opera-glass, and returned to the window. He would
make observations; perhaps, if need were, he might put off in a small
boat and offer to assist in the navigation of the ship.
'Young women,' he exclaimed, suddenly, 'a light strikes me. That's
'You pretend you can make out the ship's name at that distance,'
said the eldest sister, with the slightest of smiles.
'Not with the glass, but by the intuition of genius,' he retorted,
coolly. 'What's more, I can tell you the name of her commanding
officer, Miss Nails. Which his initials are Francis Holford King.'
'King!' said his mother with but little interest. 'Oh yes; I
'And he's coming to pay you a visit; that's what's the matter,'
continued the youth, still with the glass raised. 'Nails, you'd better
hide that novel, and pretend you've been sewing. Beauty [this was an
alternative name for the second sister], are you at the proper angle?
Baby, smooth out your pinafore.'
'Thomas, I insist on your treating your sisters with more respect!'
his mother said, angrily.
'Well, I should almost like to be that fellow,' continued Thomas,
with perfect good-humour. 'Fancy: at five-and-twenty, commanding a
ten-gun brig! He has brains, that chap; not like the others that come
fooling around here. Why, old Stratherne told me all about him. They
made him a Lieutenant when he was just of age.'
'With your abilities, Tom,' said his eldest sister, 'I suppose
you'll be commanding one of her Majesty's ships, too, when you're
He was not at all crushed by the sarcasm.
'My abilities,' he said, still looking through the glass, 'are, I
know, remarkable; but I think, on the whole, a rich widow will be more
in my line of country.'
By this time all the girls had come to the window to watch the busy
scene withoutthe small sailing-boats and rowing-boats passing and
repassing under the bows and stern of the brig, their occupants staring
at the guns in the open ports or listening to the fiddling on the
forecastle, where the men were dancing. But the interest of the
Beresfords was concentrated rather on the gig that waited below, at the
foot of the accommodation-ladder, with five blue-jackets in her. They
saw an officer descend and step into the stern of the gig; then she was
shoved off, and simultaneously the oars struck the water. In a very few
minutes the bow of the boat was run up on the beach, the gangboard put
out, and then the officer stepped ashore.
'Oh, my! ain't we resplendent?' remarked the brother of the girls,
apparently to himself. 'But it will be mortally awkward, young sir, if
your ship should get aground, with the tide ebbing. Lawks-a-mussy! a
court-martial. Even your first-class certificates, and Sir George
Stratherne, and all the Lords put together, couldn't get you out of
that. And, then, the ignominy of it! Question: What on earth
made you take the Fly-by-Night in to Brighton? Answer:
Please, sirax yer pardon, sir!I only wanted to spoon one o' them
doosid pretty Beresford girls.'
'Thomas, leave the room!' said his mother, in a violent rage.
Thomas could not help it; he had to go. But he said as he passed by
'Take care, mother; you are involving yourself in something serious.
Her Majesty's brig Fly-by-Night will be aground in about two
A few minutes later Lady Beresford was handed a card, inscribed
'Lieutenant Francis Holford King, R.N.;' and shortly thereafter the
owner of the card presented himself in the drawing-room. Now, there can
be no doubt that her Majesty's uniform, especially when women-folk are
the spectators, lends a certain dignity to the human figure; but, even
in ordinary dress, this new-comer would have seemed to most a
manly-looking, well-built young fellow, who had some decision in his
face, and a very straightforward way of looking at people. He was of
middle height, slight and square-shouldered; his forehead square; his
hair black, likewise the short moustache twisted at the ends; while his
eyes were of that singularly dark and luminous blue that one never
sees, oddly enough, except in the eyes of sailors. However, there was
nothing of the robustious, shiver-my-timbers, conventional sailor about
him; his manner was somewhat reserved; he had a touch of gravity beyond
his years; perhaps he had acquired it through being put at an early age
in command of so many men; but it never forsook himnot even in the
ward-room, among his brother officers.
He seemed shy, also. When he had shaken hands with Lady Beresford
and her daughters, and sat down, there was a distinct flush on the
sun-brown face, and he proceeded to say, hastily,
'II heard you had come down here at the end of the season, Lady
BeresfordAdmiral Stratherne told meand I had a telegram to send
off; so I thought I might take the chance of finding you not gone
'I am not going abroad this year,' Lady Beresford said, wearily.
'Really my nerves cannot stand the perpetual fatigue and worry of the
railway stations and hotels. But the girls are goingby themselves. It
is becoming quite common now. They don't want even to have a maid with
them; and really I am ashamed of the attention I require'
'Nan is going with us too,' said Miss Beresford, staring into the
fireplace, where there was no fire.
'Oh! indeed,' said the grave young lieutenant.
'She has never been abroad before. Won't her eyes grow big! She has
a great capacity for wonder and admiration; she will do all our
reverence for us at the proper shrines.'
'You have seen Sir George recently, then?' said Lady Beresford.
'At Portsmouth last week. They were all down from the Admiralty.'
'What a dear old gentleman he is!' she said.
'He is the finest sailor and the best-hearted gentleman in her
Majesty's serviceand that's not saying a small thing,' was the
answer, prompt and straight.
'You are a great pet of his,' said Miss Beresford, 'are you not?'
'He has been a very good friend to me. But you needn't imagine it is
because of that I respect himthat I more than respect himI love
There was a touch of earnestness in his voice and in the simplicity
of the phrase, that made Miss Beresford regard him for a second with
almost wondering eyes. She had never seen, for her part, anything about
Sir George Stratherne to be enthusiastic about.
However, she had to continue the conversation unaided, for her
mother was too languid. Beauty had got into an effective position, and
was content to be silent, while the Baby was useless. So she said with
'I hope Sir George won't have to find fault with you for bringing
your ship into these shallow waters. Tommy brother Tom, you knowis
very anxious about it. I think he would like to give you his advice.'
'I should be glad to have it,' said Lieutenant King, with befitting
gravity, 'but I do not think we are in any great danger. And how is
'Oh, very well; I mean very ill. Worse than ever. I wish you could
take him with you for a cruise or two.'
'As they used to take a cask of raw Madeira,' said he, laughing
heartily, 'to fine down? Well, you're right about one thing; there's
some good stuff in the lad. He might fine down to something good. But
he is not in proper guidance.'
'He is in no guidance at all,' sighed his mother.
'Is he going abroad with you?'
'Not he,' said Miss Beresford. 'He wouldn't be bothered with us
girls. He will see us as far as Newhaven, perhaps, and make brutal
jokes all the way about the Channel.'
'You are going soon, then?' said he. Somehow there was a kind of
constraint about this young lieutenant's manner. He seemed to be
thinking of something or some one else. His remarks and questions were
of the most conventional sort.
'On the 1st of September I think we shall be ready to start.'
'And are you going far?' he said, in the same preoccupied way.
'To Lucerne, first, I imagine; and then over the Splügen, when it is
cool enough to go into Italy.'
'Oh, indeed!' said he. And then he added, after a pause, 'Oh,
Then he rose.
'I see my man has got back,' he said. 'I am sorry, Lady Beresford, I
cannot ask you to bring your daughters to look over the ship; we must
be off directly. Some other time, perhaps. It would give me very great
pleasure, indeed. I hope, Miss Beresford, you will have a pleasant
journey. I have been thinking of going abroad myself this autumn if I
can get sufficient leave. Will you remember me to your brother Tom?'
He bade them good-bye, and left. They were silent until they saw him
cross over the King's Road. Then the business of criticism began.
'He doesn't talk like a sailor at all,' said the Baby, with a pout.
'He talks just like anybody.'
'At all events he is very good-looking,' said Beauty, warmly. 'He
has the loveliest eyes I ever saw in a man. And his handsdid you
notice his gloves?'
'A sailor shouldn't wear gloves,' said the Baby, who had not seen
Lieutenant King before, but had heard of him, and was disappointed that
he did not correspond to the nautical heroes she had read of.
'I think gold lace is far better on blue than on scarlet,' said
Beauty. 'I think blue and gold looks better than anything in a
'He didn't tell us a single wonderful story,' said the disappointed
But Mary Beresford's comment was more odd still. She glanced at her
mother, and laughed. 'Mother, he didn't even once mention Nan's name.'
CHAPTER III. A FIRST BALL.
Nevertheless, Lieutenant King was quite as well acquainted with Nan
Beresford as he was with the other members of the familyand this was
how he came to know her. The Beresfords had for many years been the
intimate friends of the Strathernes; and though they saw less of each
other since Lady Beresford, on becoming a widow, had gone to live
permanently in Brighton, still the London season brought them in a
measure together again. Lady Beresford took rooms in Bruton Street
during the fashionable months of the year for herself and her grown-up
daughters; and from time to time, and as a great treat, Nan was allowed
to come up for a few days from Brighton. On these rare occasions, if
Sir George heard of the Beautiful Wretch being in town, nothing would
do but that she should come with her mother and sisters to lunch in
Spring Gardenshe being at this time Senior Naval Lord. And Nan was
rejoiced. She was not at all a foolish young virgin; she was well aware
of the affection the old Admiral had for her; and while she heartily
reciprocated it, she knew that his special patronage of her gave her a
sort of distinction among her sisters.
Well, one of these opportunities arrived, and Nan, not a little
elated, but outwardly very demure, drove away with her mother and
sisters, in a hired brougham, to New Street. In due course they arrived
at their destination, and they had just got inside the door when, as
chance would have it, Sir George himself came from the dining-room into
the hall. He was a wiry-looking, handsome, elderly man, with grizzled
hair, a firm face, and the kindliest of gray eyes; while on this
occasion he was very gorgeously attired, for he had already dressed for
a Levee, and, moreover, it was a Collar Day. It was extraordinary to
see how naturally Nan went up to him, taking it for granted he would
scarcely have a word for anybody else. And he hadn't. Of course he
shook hands with Lady Beresford and Mary and Edith, and welcomed them
in a kind of way; but it was Nan that he seized with both hands; and it
was Nan that he himself escorted upstairs to the drawing-room; and it
was Nan that he presented to Lady Stratherne, just as if there was
nobody else in the world. Lady Stratherne, though she was also a
miracle of kindness, knew her duties better, and busied herself with
the others, leaving those two to themselves.
'Well, now,' said the old sailor, briskly, 'what is our first dance
'I beg your pardon, Sir George?' she said.
'Why, don't you know, girl, that you're coming to the ball?'
'What ball, Sir George?' said she, quite innocently.
What ball, indeed! And she had heard her sisters speak of nothing
else for a fortnight.
'Why, my ball; our ball, everybody's ball! Why, don't you know that
the world is going to stand still on Thursday nightin amazement. And
if you didn't know, now you know; and that's the ball you're coming to,
as sure as my name is Jack Hornernow, now, I've set my mind on
Nan was no longer a hypocrite. Her heart began to beat rapidlynot
with joy, but with fright.
'Oh, Sir George, II never was at a ballII never go outmamma
would never dream'
He turned and sung across the room
The lady who was addressed in this homely fashion was herself far
from homely: she was a distinguished-looking woman, with pale, refined
features, and a singularly intelligent and sweet expression.
'Mother, this girl is coming to the ball on Thursday, whether she
likes it or not. I want a partner; I insist on having a partner. Get a
card and invite hera card all to herselfher name in capital
lettersthe honour of the company of the BEAUTIFUL WRETCH: will that
Lady Stratherne said nothing at all, but regarded the other mother
with a sort of puzzled smile.
'Oh, Sir George!' Lady Beresford protested, 'it is impossible. Thank
you very muchbut it is impossible'
'Impossible!' he cried. 'We don't know what that is at the
Admiralty. The men who write in the newspapers expect us to be able to
do everything at a moment's notice; and of course they're right; and so
of course we can do it. And so can you; the end of the argument being
that Nan is coming to our ball on Thursday night, as I'm a living
But the matter was not so easily settled. There was a fierce fight.
It was ridiculous that a school-girl, who ought to be walking two and
two along the Marine Parade, should go to one of the big balls of the
London season. How could a ball-dress be got ready by Thursday night?
And so forth: and so forth. Sir George paid no attention to all this
firing of cotton pellets. She was coming to the ball on Thursday night,
he maintained with a dogged obstinacy worthy of Nelson. And the end of
it was that before they went down to lunch it had been finally agreed
that Nan was to come to this ball; her mother remarking to Lady
Stratherne, with a sigh of resignation
'I can't imagine what Sir George sees in that gawky child.'
Now, we have it on the best authorityor what ought to be the best
authoritythat is to say, we have it from a multitude of lady-writers,
that the prospect of going to a first ball is one of the great joys of
a young girl's life. The present writer, at all events, is not bold
enough to impeach such an array of witnesses, and will only state the
simple fact that in the case of Nan Beresford this prospect filled her
mind with nothing but terror and dismay. It was in all sincerity that
she had besought Sir George to let her off; though she might as well
have gone down on her knees to the Monument. He could not understand
why a young girl of seventeen should be really reluctant to go to a
danceand a very pretty dance, too, for the rooms were to be decorated
with flags. And when Nan told her mother and sisters that she would far
rather not go to the ball, her mother fancied she was afraid that her
dress, being hurriedly made, would not compare well with her sisters'
long studied costumes, while the sisters simply said to each other,
'Oh, she knows she can't dance.'
There was some little truth in this last remark. Although she lived
in a well-frequented house, where there were plenty of people coming
and going, Nan had grown up very much apart. She had her own ways and
occupations, which were mostly solitary. And dancing had never been a
favourite amusement of hers. Of course, in the evening, when some young
people were present, there was frequently a carpet-dance improvised;
and then sometimes Nan was dragged in to make up a set at some square
dance. She got through it mechanically; but it afforded her no special
pleasure; and as for round dances, she said they made her giddy, and so
she got excused. Giddy she said; and yet she could walk, without the
slightest sensation in the brain, along the extreme verge of those high
chalk-cliffs, to watch the jackdaws, and hawks, and gulls at
nest-building time, and she could swing for an hour in a trapeze, so
long as the seat was comfortable and you gave her a book to read.
Not that she at all played the part of Cinderella in the house. Her
mother was exceedingly fond of herpartly, perhaps, because Nan alone
took the trouble to humour all her mysterious nerve-miseries; while her
sisters tolerated her, though they thought her unsocial. Even this
dress, when it did appearand a thousand times Nan had inwardly prayed
that it might not be ready in timewas quite as pretty as theirs. It
was very pretty indeed; but somehow, Nan, as she regarded herself in
the big mirror, convinced herself that there was not enough of her to
carry off a ball-dress. Her sisters had a certain 'presence' that a
grand costume became. She thought she was too thinthat she looked
more like a school-girl than ever; and she wished that she were not
freckled. When, at last, she was in the carriage with the othersMr.
Thomas had gone in a hansom rather than ride with the coachmanshe
'Mamma, dear, I am sure you will be excited with speaking to so many
old friends; and you know your nerves cannot stand it. Let me sit by
you, and take as much of the talk as I can. I really don't care to
dance. I would rather not dance. I would far rather sit by you, mamma.
And I am sure it is not necessary for us to stay long; it will do you
such a deal of harm.'
Lady Beresford sighed.
'When one has grown-up daughters,' she said almost to herself.
'Mamma, dear,' said Nan, eagerly, 'would you rather stay at home?
Wouldn't you rather stay at home? and I will keep you company'
'Don't be silly, child,' said her eldest sister. 'Do you think your
dress cost nothing?'
The worst time of all was the waiting in Spring Gardens, where there
was a block of carriages. It was all darkness, and expectation, and the
hopeless sense that, being imprisoned in this slowly moving line, there
was no escape. But when they were once at the entrance, and when Nan
got a glimpse at the hall, her courage revived wonderfully. There was
such a crowd of peoplecoming, going, waiting, looking for friends,
and arranging dressesthat she felt that she could slip into this
self-interested throng, and be lost from observation altogether. She
began to be forgetful of herself. When they were going up the stairs
she heard names after names announced that she was quite familiar
witheither through the newspapers or through the conversation at
luncheon-tables; and she was almost anxious to get quickly up to have a
glimpse at these celebrated people. When she got to the landing, she
did not see Lady Stratherne at all; for her eyes were filled with
wonder at the blaze of light and colour beyondthe draperies of flags,
and masses of chandeliersand she said, under her breath, 'Oh, mamma,
isn't it beautiful!' The next thing she heard was 'Nan, dear, how well
you are looking! What beautiful forget-me-nots!' and in a startled way
she found that she was shaking hands with Lady Stratherne, whose kind
eyes were regarding her with a momentary approval. Instinctively,
however, she knew from the way that her hostess's eyes had turned to
the next comersthere were far too many loiterers about this landing,
and Lady Stratherne had enough to do to prevent a dead block on the
stairsthat she need not stay to speak; so she followed her mother and
sisters into the large, brilliantly-lit room. Oh, how glad she was that
it was crammed with this dense busily-occupied crowd! She felt quite
safe; she felt happy; she was pleased that those few forget-me-nots
looked nice. And there was no dancing at all. 'Oh, mamma, tell me who
all the people are,' she said. She began to consider herself quite at
home in the middle of such a crowd of strangers; she had only to be
delighted with the blaze of colour, the brilliant costumes, the scent
of flowers, the wonders of diamonds.
Momentarily her great good fortune increased. Friends of Lady
Beresford began to come round her; and they made a sort of circle, as
it were; and Nan found she could keep herself just a little bit outside
of it, seeing everything, herself unseen. Her cup of happiness was
full. She had passed the ordeal unscathed. Why, it was nothing! All the
people were engaged with themselves; there was not a sound of music;
nothing but a hum of talking, and always that bewildering glow of light
and colour, and here and there a figure and face suddenly revealing to
her somebody she recognised from photographs and portraits in the
illustrated papers. She was becoming quite lost to herself. She could
have stood there for ever. She was not thinking of Nan Beresford at all
When suddenly there was a long low growl from a violoncello. Her
Almost at the same moment she saw another little groupof elderly
men, mostlyopen out at one corner of the room near her; and the next
thing she knew was that Sir George's keen eyes had caught sight of her.
He was by her side in a second.
'What,' said he, 'standing all alone? Why, where's Charley? What's
Charley about? Lady Beresford, how are you? Ah, Mary? Edith, you are
lovelier every day. But where is that rascal Charley? I must find a
partner for my sweet-heart'
'Oh, please, Sir George,' said Nan, with her heart beating fast.
But by this time there was a noise of preparatory music, and in the
middle of the crowd there was something visible like the formation of a
double line. At the same instant young Charley Stratherne came
hurriedly along, with an eagle eye for possible partners. Him his
father instantly seized.
'Where's Frank King? Go and get Frank King. I want Frank King.'
And behold, Frank King was at his elbow!
'Oh, that's you, Frank King. Ask this young lady if she will dance
'Come on, Frank,' said the youthful M.C., in his hurried
bewilderment of duty. 'You'll just do. Let me introduce you to Miss
Anne Beresford. Lieutenant King. They want a couple at the other end.'
So he disappeared in the crowd; and Nan found herself in the
possession of this young naval officer, who seemed to take matters very
coolly, considering that they were wanted right at the top of the
spacious assembly-room. Happily, she heard from the music that it was
the Lancers that was about to begin; so she was not entirely dismayed.
'I suppose we shall get through somehow,' said he, surveying the
close mass of people with the eye of a strategist. The clearing of the
space in the middle had naturally made the surrounding crowd denser.
'I think it will be difficult,' said she, timidly.
'Well, we can try this end,' said he, about to lead her in that
'Oh!' she said, very earnestly, 'I am sure we shall only embarrass
them if we have another set at this end. AndandI am not anxious to
dance the Lancers. I would as soon not,' she said.
Then for the first time it seemed that he turned towards her; and as
she happened to be looking up at him to impress on him that she would
as soon not dance, she instantaneously lowered her eyes and sought
refuge in the little scented programme.
'Perhaps,' said he, after the fifteenth part of a second, 'perhaps
you would give me a dance that you like better.'
Her innocent answer was to hand him her programme, upon which there
was as yet not a scrap of writing. So, when that matter was arranged,
he said to her,
'Would you like to see this dance, then? It's very pretty, when you
are at a little distance. And I know how to get to that recess there;
it's raised a few inches, you know; and I think you could see.'
'Oh! I should like that!' she said. How grateful she was to him!
They made their way to this side recess, which had been built out,
temporarily, from the drawing-room, for the sake of additional space.
It was decorated with trailing-plants, trained on trellis-work; and two
or three circles of red candles, amid so much green foliage, had a
pretty effect. There were a few people standing about and looking on at
the dancing, or talking; it was possible to talk, for here the music
Nan's companion led her to a raised bench, from which she could see
very well; but even as she sat down, and while she was so glad to have
been relieved from dancing out there amid all those people, she was
touched by some strange misgivings. It was her duty to have danced. She
had been presented with a partner; and if only she had not shown
herself reluctant, she knew very well he could have found places for
them. Were not officers always fond of dancing? And then it suddenly
occurred to her that she ought to try to make him some amends. She
ought to entertain him with brilliant conversation, as it were.
Meanwhile, what was he doing? Not thinking of herexcept as a booby, a
child who could not talk. No doubt he was looking out at all those
beautiful women there, and wishing he was not imprisoned in this
Nan timidly raised her eyes, and instantly dropped them again. He
had been for the moment looking at the forget-me-nots in her hair.
CHAPTER IV. THE SAME.
Nan was growing desperate. Speak she must, if only to let him know
that she was sensible of his kindness in affording her this blissful
relief; for she believed it was entirely on her account that he had
proposed to sit out the dance. So she said, wildly,
'You go to a great many balls, I suppose?'
'Oh, dear no,' he said. 'I am not much ashore.'
Of course. She might have known. Was there not an air of command
about him, young as he was? No doubt he held far too important a
position to waste time on idle entertainments.
'I mean earlieras a midshipman,' she stammered. 'You must have
been to many places, andandI thought the life of a midshipman was
nothing but parties and balls, along with a great deal of mischief.
That is what one reads, you know, about the young gentlemenalways
tumbling into trouble, and always getting happily out of it, and always
amusing themselves just as much as they amuse others.'
This was not so bad. Nan's face had brightened; she regarded him
with her clear eyes.
'You are thinking of Captain Marryat,' said he, laughing. 'But times
have changed sadly for the middy since then. It isn't all beer and
skittles now. Nowadays, the poor chap can scarcely call his soul his
own; and if he is going in for his Three Ones'
'I beg your pardon; what is that?' she said, with a grave interest.
'Trifling little things,' said he, jocosely. 'Only first-class
certificates in gunnery, seamanship, and mathematics; then, to finish
up with, the unhappy youth has to look forward to an interview or two
with the hydrographer, who isn't at all a gentleman to be made a fool
How was it that she knew instinctively that this young officer had
got his Three Onesnay, that he had carried them off easily,
triumphantly? What was there in his manner, or the shape of his
forehead, or his expression, that rendered her perfectly certain that
he had nothing to fear from all the hydrographers ever born?
'Why, even in my time, I can remember, when the middy was allowed a
good deal more law,' he continued; and now he had sat down beside her,
and her eyes met his quite frankly. 'I remember a fearful scene at
Cherbourg, at a ball there; that was when the fleet went over, and
there was a great round of festivities. Well, this ball, I think, was
given by the MayorI am not quite sure; but, at all events, the
midshipmites were invited with the rest, and those who could get leave
went of course. Well, we had the run of the refreshment-room, and we
used it. There was far too much champagne, and all our seniors were in
the ball-room,the Duke of Somerset, and the whole of them,so we set
to work to chaff the waiters in unknown tongues. Anything more patient
or friendly than the conduct of these amiable creatures I never saw.
They entirely entered into the spirit of the thing, and grinned and
nodded in high glee when we inquired about their mothers and
sistersin English, of course; and then we tried bad French on them,
and Welsh, with a touch of Lancashire thrown in; and then they grinned
all the more, and shrugged their shoulders. My chum Greville was the
worst, I think; he kept asking for all sorts of ridiculous things, and
was very angry when he couldn't get them. Avez-vous du vin de
Cockalorum? he asked of one fellow: of course Greville spoke real
true-blue English-French. Coque-a-lorrrrme? said the waiter.
Je crois que non, Monsieur. Pourquoi n'avez vous pas du vin
de Cockalorum? said Greville, with great indignation. C'est
une chose monstrueuse. Nous sommes les invités de la grande nation
Francaise; nous sommes les officiers de sa Majesté la Reine
d'Angleterre; et vous n'avez pas du vin de Cockalorum! There was
enough of other wine, at all events,' added Frank King. 'I am afraid
there was a good deal of headache next morning among the younger
officers of her Majesty's fleet.'
'Weren't you afraid,' said Nan, who had forgotten what shyness was
by this time; 'weren't you afraid the French might be tempted to take a
mean advantage and capture the fleet bodily?'
'It would have been no more mean advantage,' said he, with a laugh,
'than we used to take in fighting them when they were sea-sick.'
'Sailors sea-sick?' she exclaimed.
'Yes, that's just where it was,' he said, and the friendly interest
he displayed in this young lady was very wonderful. Already they seemed
to have known each other for a quite indefinite time. 'Mind you, people
laugh nowadays at the old belief that one English sailor was as good as
seven French ones. But it was quite true; and the explanation is simple
enough. The fact was that the English kept such a strict blockade of
the French ports that the French sailors never had a proper chance of
finding their sea legs. They never got out. When they did come out they
had to fight; and how can you expect a sea-sick man to fight? But I was
talking of that chum of mine, Greville. He was the coolest hand I ever
came across. Once he and Iwhen we were mids, you knowhad to go down
by rail from Genoa to Spezia'
At this moment the music slowly ceased; and the kaleidoscopic groups
out there, that had been going through all sorts of interminglings and
combinations, lost cohesion, as it were, and melted away into the
murmuring and amorphous crowd. Miss Nan knew very well that she ought
now to return to her mamma; but how was she to break in upon this
story? When one has already begun to tell you something, more
particularly when that something is about himself and an old
companionand especially if you do not wish to be perplexed with
invitations to danceit is not polite to interrupt.
So the young lieutenant, taking no notice whatever of the cessation
of the dancing, continued his story, and told several more, which Miss
Nan found intensely interestingso absorbing, indeed, that she met the
eyes of her companion without any abashment, and frequently laughed in
her low, quiet way. These two seemed very friendly, and heedless of
what was going on around them; and might, in fact, have continued
talking for a quite indefinite time had not, all of a sudden, Charley
Stratherne come up, followed by a tall man with a long yellow beard;
and before Nan knew what had happened, she was being led away to pierce
the great throng that had now grown very dense indeed, a waltze having
already begun. As for the young lieutenant, he somewhat abruptly
declined his friend's offer to find him a partner.
'You have plenty of dancing men; there won't be room to move
Charley Stratherne was too busy to stay and ask why his friend
refused to dance, and would not even remain in the ball-room; the next
second he was off. Then the young lieutenant managed to make his way
through the crowd to the door; and as there were still plenty of people
arriving, he succeeded in passing his hostess unobserved and making his
He entered the brilliantly-decorated but quite empty supper-room,
and sat down. One of the servants happened to come in and stared at
'Look here,' said he, 'could you get me an evening paper?'
'Oh yes, sir,' said the man: and he went off and speedily returned
with the newspaper.
Frank King sat down, turned his back to the table, and was soon all
by himself in this long chamber, apparently deeply absorbed in the
evening's news. What he really was doing, however, was listening to the
Meanwhile, Nan got through the waltz somehow. The crush was so great
that her partner, who was not much of a pilot, generally succeeded in
steering her into some little side bay, where they came slowly to rest
by mere friction, or else landed her right in the middle of the room,
where there was a throng of unskilful dancers become stationary in
spite of themselves. At last she was surrendered again to her mother's
'Well, Nan,' said Lady Beresford, with an amused look, 'how did you
'You mean how much did I get off?' said she.
'I believe I'm all in rags. And that elephant of a man bumped me
against every person in the room.'
Here the Admiral came alongbustling as was his wont, talking to
everybody at the same time, and invariably putting his hand on the
shoulder of those whom he knew best, to give effect to his speech.
'Well, well, my girl,' he said, 'how did you like your partner? Did
he amuse you? Did he compliment you on the roses in your cheeksah,
that's the Brighton air, that is.'
'Oh, if you mean Lieutenant King,' said Nan, without any hesitation
or embarrassment, 'I think he is very amusing indeedvery. And very
clever, too, is he not?
'Oh yes, he's a smart young fellowa smart young fellow is Frank
King. We've had an eye on him for some time back.'
'I should say now,' remarked Nan, with a wise air, 'that he had got
his Three Ones?'
The Admiral stared at her, and then burst out laughing.
'You young impertinence! What do you know about the Three Ones? He
had got his certificates before he was one-and-twenty. But here, I will
tell you something.'
He took her a step aside.
'Hush, nowhush-sh. It is a State secret. Don't say a word. But
I'll tell you what we're going to do with Frank King to-morrow; we're
going to give him the command of the Fly-by-Night. What do you
think of that for a lieutenant of five-and-twenty?'
'If he has relatives, I suppose they will be very proud,' said Nan.
'Relatives? Don't you know the Kings of Kingscourt? But there now, I
mustn't keep you talking; I suppose you're engaged for every dance.
Mind you are down at supper while I'm there; I will drink a glass of
wine to the roses in your cheeks'
And so he was off again before she could say, as she greatly wished
to say'Oh, Sir George, I would rather talk to you than have to do any
more dancing. Surely there are enough people dancing.'
Then she looked round the room for some considerable time. At last
she said to herself contentedly,
'Yes, I thought he was too clever looking to care about dancing, and
I don't wonder he has gone home. But it would have been nice if I had
had the chance to tell him he was going to have the command of the
CHAPTER V. THE SAME.
The night passed quickly, and amid all this bewilderment of music
and dancing and introductions, Nan very soon forgot even the existence
of the young Lieutenant whose acquaintance she had made. Moreover, the
succession of these rapid excitements left no room for anything
resembling stage-frightalthough, it is true, each time the band began
anew she felt a little throb. But Lady Stratherne, who had now all her
guests assembled, was so indefatigable in seeing that Nan should not be
left neglected, and the dancing in this crowd was so much a matter of
experiment and accident, and the fact that she was introduced to one or
two partners who seemed no more expert than herself, was so reassuring,
that on the whole Nan was very much delighted in her demure way, and
that delight showed itself in her face and in her clear bright eyes.
Her hair was a little wild, and she had lost some of her
forget-me-nots, and there were one or two flying tags that had got
dissociated from the skirt of her dress; but was not that all part of
the play? Nan's cheeks were flushed, and her eyes were pleased and
bright; the only thing that troubled her in this whirl of excitement
was an occasional qualm about her mother. Had she not promised to keep
the poor mamma company? But a time would come, and then she would make
amends by being particularly affectionate.
The time did come. On consulting the programme Nan found opposite
the next dance a scrawl that might be made out to be 'F. H. King;' and
then she bethought herself of the young sailor. Well, he had left. That
was very opportune. She would devote the time of this dance to her
mother, and take her into the tea-room, and ask which of her old
friends she had met, and even offer to go home with her if she felt
'Mamma,' she said to Lady Beresford, 'don't you think I've done
enough? England can't expect you to do more than your duty, even with
all those flags overhead. Come away, and I will get you some tea,
though what would be better for you still would be some B. and S.'
'Nan, how dare you!' said her mother, angrily, and glancing round at
the same time. 'You may use such expressions, if you like, when you are
with your brother. Pray don't disgrace the whole family when you are
'Mamma, dear,' said Nan, contritely, 'it is madness, pure madness.
The excitement of my first ball has got into my brain'
'Into your what?' said her mother, with a smile. Nan, and Nan alone,
could pacify her in a second.
At the same moment the band began again; and somehow Nan, looking
up, found before her some one who was no other than the young
Lieutenant she had met at the beginning of the evening. She was
somewhat bewildered by this Jack-in-the-box sort of appearance.
'I think you promised me this next dance, Miss Beresford,' said he.
He was a grave-looking young man for his yearsa Corsican Brotherthe
Ghost in Hamlet. She did not know what to make of him.
'I thought you had left,' she stammered. 'You have not been
'No, I have not been dancing,' he repeated.
'I will come back to you soon, mamma,' she said, and she put her
hand on his arm, and moved away with him.
'The fact is,' said he, 'I don't like much being introduced to
strangers. Most girls stare at you so, with a sort of hold-off air, and
it is so difficult to get on pleasant and friendly terms with them.'
'I should not have thought you were so shy,' said Nan, with an
He flushed a little, and said
'If you've lived most of your life on board ship, you may feel a
little bit awkward; but mind,' he added with some eagerness,
'sometimes, not often (once in half a dozen years, maybe), you meet
with a girl who is quite different from the others, quite different.
You know it at once from her manner, and you can make friends with her
with the greatest ease, simply because she is intelligent and quick in
appreciation, and not affected in her ways, or stiff.'
This eager encomium passed upon an imaginary person struck Nan as
being somewhat out of place; for the waltz had already begun, and she
wanted to get back to her mamma: whereas this Lieutenant King seemed to
wish to stand there and talk to her.
'Of course, that's special good luck for a sailor,' said he with a
smile, 'to be able to make friends in a short time; for it's only a
short time he has. Ashore to-day, and off to-morrow again; and what's
worse, out of sight out of mind.'
'Oh, not always,' said Nan, cheerfully.
'Oh yes, it is,' he said; 'people on shore are too much concerned
among themselves to think about the people away at sea. Why, you
yourself now; after you leave this house to-night you will completely
forget that there are such things as either ships or sailors until you
come back here to another ball, and then the bunting will remind you.'
'Now there you are quite wrong,' said she firmly, 'for I see ships
and sailors every day of my life.'
'Why, how is that?' he exclaimed with great interest.
'We live in Brighton,' said Nan simply, 'and I walk a good deal
along the downs towards Newhaven, you know. The ships are a good way
off, generally; still, you watch them, and you are interested in them.'
'You walk along the downs between Brighton and Newhaven?' he said,
as if that was an extraordinary matter. 'Alone?'
'When I am passing I will look out for you; I will imagine that I
can see you.'
Nan thought this was idle talk, so she said with a smile,
'Shall we give up this dance too? The fact is, I want to take mamma
and get her some tea, or an ice, or something.'
'Oh, don't do that!' said he eagerly; 'introduce me to her, and I
will take you both down to supper. There are some people there
'But I must not go downnot yet,' said Nan, remembering her youth.
'Why not?' said he boldly. 'I know Lady Stratherne well enough for
anything. Why, nothing could be more natural. Of course you will come
down with your mamma.'
'I'm very hungry, and that's the truth,' said Nan; 'for I was too
excited or frightened to think about dinner. But if I went down now,
wouldn't they think it was a little bit'
She was about to say 'cheeky,' but she remembered in time that this
was not her brother. He broke in abruptly
'Never mind what any one thinks; come away, Miss Beresford, and
introduce me to your mamma.'
Then he looked at the various couples rapidly moving round that open
space to the sound of the seductive music, and he said, rather
'Don't you think we might have one turn? I shall not dance again
'Oh yes, certainly, if you wish it,' she said, quite blithely; and
she gave him her fan to hold, and arranged her train, and a couple of
seconds thereafter they were lost in that slowly circling whirlpool of
muslin and silk and satin.
When they came out of it again he was introduced to Lady Beresford,
and although he was quite anxiously humble and courteous to the elder
lady, he would hear of nothing but that she and Nan should forthwith go
downstairs to supper. By and by there would be too great a crush. It
was a kindness to Lady Stratherne to go before everybody else wanted a
place. And Miss Anne was hungry, which was a great matter.
Lady Beresford looked at Nan, but that young lady was unconscious.
The end of it was that these three very speedily found themselves
below, in the supper-room, where as yet there were only a number of
elderly people who had grown tired of the duties of chaperoning. And
they had scarcely sat down when Frank King, who was most assiduous in
his attentions to Lady Beresford, and scarcely saw Nan at all,
discovered that the mamma knew certain relatives of his, and knew all
about his own family, and had even on one occasion visited Kingscourt a
good many years ago. Lady Beresford was very kind to him. He was a
pleasant-mannered, clever-looking young man, and he had a distinguished
air that lent value to the little courtesies he paid. She even said, as
they were talking of chance meetings and the like, that she would be
glad if he called on them while she and her daughters were in London.
'May I be allowed to call on you at Brighton, some day, Lady
Beresford?' he said quickly. 'The fact is, my leave is out; I have to
rejoin my ship at Portsmouth to-morrow.'
At this Nan pricked up her ears. She suddenly remembered that to her
had been entrusted the covert intelligence of his promotion. But was it
necessary it should be kept so great a secret, she asked herself,
rather breathlessly, and with her heart beginning to beat quickly? If
he were to know on the morrow, why not now? It would make him very
happy; it would indeed add a few hours of happiness to his life; and
surely Sir George Stratherne, who was the very soul of kindness, would
Well, she let these two talk on for a time; she wished to be
discreet; she wished to be less nervous. For was it not a great event
in the career of a young man? And how might he take it? She said to
herself, 'The old monarchs used to kill the messengers who brought them
bad news, and they used to give heaps of presents to those who brought
them good news. I am glad I shall be able to tell him of his promotion,
for he has been so excessively kind to mamma.'
She waited her opportunity.
'Oh, Lieutenant King, do you know a ship called the Fly-by-Night
?' she said, quite casually, and in an off-hand way.
'Yes,' he said, regarding her with some surprise. 'She's what they
call a school-briga training brig. I think she's at Plymouth.'
'A training-brig?' said Nan, innocently. 'Then they want a clever
officer, I suppose, to be in command of a training-brig.'
'Yes, they want a smart fellow,' said he, without any great
interest; and he was about to turn to Lady Beresford again when Nan
'Would itwould it surprise you if you heard you were to be
transferred to the Fly-by-Night?'
'I shouldn't like to hear of it,' said he, laughing; 'I am satisfied
where I am.'
'But I mean to command her.'
'I'm afraid that's a long way off yet,' said he, lightly.
'Oh no, it isn't,' said Nan timorously. 'I am sure it is no great
secretyou will know to-morrowyou are to be appointed to-morrow to
the command of the Fly-by-Night!
His face flushed a deep red.
'You are joking, Miss Beresford.'
'Oh no, I am not,' said Nan, hastily. 'Sir George told me to-night;
I am not joking at allCaptain King,' said she, at a wild venture.
For an instant she saw his under lip quiver. He sat quite silent.
Then he said
'That is Sir George's doingif it is possible.'
He had scarcely uttered the words when the Admiral himself appeared,
bringing in a little old lady with a portentous head-dress. Nan
instantly conjectured that she must be a dowager-duchess, for she
thought that no one but a dowager-duchess would dare to wear such a
Sir George paused as he passed them.
'Hillo, here's my sweetheart. I told you I wanted to drink a glass
of wine with you. Doing your duty, Frank King? When's your leave out?'
'I am going down to Portsmouth to-morrow, Sir George.'
'No, no; you'll have a message from the Admiralty to-morrow. I
didn't see you dancing to-night; you young fellows are getting lazy.'
He passed on. Nan looked triumphantly across the corner of the
table. Frank King saidlaughing off his embarrassment
'I have a vague impression that I ought to thank you for it, Miss
Beresford; and I don't know how. I hope it is true. They never gave me
a hint of it. You would have thought Charley Stratherne would have
'It was very imprudent of my daughter,' said Lady Beresford,
severely, 'to mention such a thing; but Sir George makes a pet of her,
and I hope no harm has been done.'
Frank King warmly protested. How could any harm be done? And he
redoubled his attentions to Lady Beresford. Not only that, but when
they returned to the ball-room he was very anxious to be introduced to
Nan's sisters, and was most polite to them, though he did not ask them
for a dance. Moreover, he got hold of Charley Stratherne, and through
him made the acquaintance of Mr. Tom Beresford; and these three, having
adjourned for a time to a certain remote snuggery where were sherry and
soda and cigarettes, Frank King was quite content to accept from Mr.
Tom hints concerning things about town. There was in especial a famous
'lion comique'the Great Dunse, or the Jolly Ass, or some such
creatureabout whom Mr. Tom was much exercised; and Frank King
professed himself quite interested in hearing about this person. The
grave young Lieutenant was indeed extraordinarily complaisant this
evening. He was unusually talkativewhen he was not a most attentive
listener. You would have thought that he had acquired a sudden
admiration for the brilliant social qualities of Mr. Tom, and that he
had never heard such good stories before.
Well, the Beresfords left about three; and that was the end of Nan's
first ball. On the whole she had every reason to be pleased. She had
acquitted herself fairly well; she had gratified the soft-hearted old
Admiral; she hadn't fallen in love with anybody; and she had seen a
number of celebrated persons in whom she was interested. She thought
she had done a kindness, too, in telling Lieutenant King beforehand of
She was surprised, however, and a little bit annoyed when, on the
afternoon of the next day but one, her brother Tom brought in this same
Frank King to five o'clock tea. He said, with something of a blush,
that he wished to tell her that her news had been true; he had heard
from the Admiralty that morning, and he wished to thank her. Nan was
somewhat cold in her manner; she had thought with some pride that he
was not like the other gentlemen who came about the house in the
afternoon. She had seen enough of them and their idleness, and aimless
flirtations, and languid airs. She had taken Frank King to be of firmer
stuff, and not likely to waste his time at afternoon teas.
He was kind and polite enough, no doubt, and he distributed his
attentions in the most impartial mannereven including two young lady
visitors to whom he was introduced; but Nan seized an early opportunity
of slipping away to her own room, where she resumed certain very
serious studies that occupied her mind at this time. When she came
downstairs again Lieutenant King was gone.
On the following day her holiday ended, and she went down to
Brighton. Many a time she thought of the ball, and always with a
pleasurable recollection. When, however, she happened to think of Frank
Kingand it was seldomit was always with a slight touch of
disappointment. No doubt his leave was extended; probably he was still
in town, and repeating those afternoon calls in Bruton Street. As for
Nan, she honestly did not care to which train of admirers he might
attach himselfwhether he was to be Mary's captive or Edith's slave.
But she was disappointed.
'I did think he was a little bit different from the others,' she
would say to herself; and then she would turn to Mr. Lockyer's last
discoveries in spectrum analysis.
CHAPTER VI. FIRST IMPRESSIONS.
'Nan, do you see that ship out there?' said Mary Beresford.
'I saw it as I came along,' said Nan. This was the afternoon on
which she had fallen in with Singing Sal. Nan was rather tired after
her long walk, and was not inclined to show much interest in that now
lessening vessel, which was slowly sinking into the dusk of the west.
'Do you know what her name is?' said Mary Beresford, still regarding
her younger sister.
'No,' said Nan. 'I heard people say she was a man-of-war.'
'That is the Fly-by-Night.'
'Oh, indeed,' said Nan, with no greater interest than before.
'And Lieutenant King has just called here,' the elder sister said,
'Oh, indeed,' said Nan. 'I wish I had been in; I should like to have
seen him in uniform.'
That was all she said, and all she thought; for now there were far
more serious things than ballrooms and young lieutenants occupying
Nan's attention. She and her sisters were going abroadshe for the
first time; and she was busy with foreign languages, and lives of the
great painters, and catalogues, and guide-books, and dressing-cases.
The world she hoped to plunge into on the following week was, in her
imagination, composed of nothing but cathedrals and picture-galleries;
and she could have wished that the picture-galleries might contain
nothing but the labours of Botticelli and Andrea del Sarto. The clear
ethereal beauty and tenderness of the one, the solemn thoughtfulness of
the other: these were things that filled her mind with a mysterious
gladness, as if something had been added to her own life. Rubens she
cordially hated. Of Titian she had as yet seen hardly anything.
At last the wonderful day of setting out arrived, and Mr. Tom
graciously consented to accompany his sisters as far as Newhaven. It
was towards the afternoon that they started, in an open carriage, the
maid on the box beside the coachman. Tom was making facetious remarks
about south-west gales, and his two elder sisters were angrily
remonstrating with him. Nan was silent. She had not a thought for the
ships and sailors out there, or for any pensive young officer bitterly
saying to himself that out of sight was out of mind; and she had
forgotten for a moment all about Singing Sal and her free-and-easy
ways. Nan's mind was at this time filled with Dante, and Florence, and
the young Raphael, and the Doge wedding the Adriatic, and Pompeii, and
Savonarola, and goodness knows what else. When they reached
Newhavenwhen they forced her to descend from the carriageher eyes
had a bewildered look. She had not seen Newhaven at all. She had been
watching the execution of Savonarolashe standing in the middle of the
great crowd in a square in Florence.
They stayed the night at the hotel at Newhaven. Next morning
falsified all Mr. Tom's malicious forecasts; the weather was fine, and
they had a smooth passage across. In due time they reached Paris.
To Nan, Paris meant picture-galleries. The streets were new-looking,
non-historical, filled with commonplace people; but in the
picture-galleries she was with great names, in great times.
'Nan,' her sisters remonstrated, 'what is the use of dawdling over
pictures like this? The Old Masters are all alike. There are plenty of
Holy Families and broken-necked angels in England. Why don't you put
off all this till you get back to the National Gallery?'
Fortunately, Nan was the most biddable of companions. She seemed to
be in dreamland. You could do what you liked with her if only you
allowed her to gaze with her great eyes, and think, and be silent.
Now it is unnecessary to follow in detail the various journeyings
and adventures of these three young ladies and their maid; we may pass
on to a certain evening when they found themselves in Lucerne. It was
an exceedingly hot evening; and after dinner the crowd in this great
hotel had been glad to pour out into the spacious verandah, which was
formed by a succession of arches all hanging with evergreens. There
they formed little groups round the small tables, lit up by the orange
glow streaming out from the windows of the hotel, some taking coffee,
some smoking, all chatting idly.
'It feels like thunder,' said Mary Beresford to her sister Edith.
'It would be odd if we were to have a real thunderstorm just after
listening to the imitation one in the cathedral.'
'The vox humana stop is better at some things than at
others,' said Miss Edith, critically. 'In the chanting the boys' voices
are good, and the tenor voices are good; but the bass is too musical.
You hear that it is the organ. And it vibrates too much.'
'They must make a good deal of money by it,' said the elder sister,
'in the tourist season. I am sure there were a hundred people there.'
'I wish I knew the name of the piece. I should like to try one or
two of the airs.'
'It was considerate of them to finish up in time to let us get back
for the table d'hôte.'
'Sooner or later that organ will shake the Cathedral to bits: the
vibrations were fearful. I thought there was a great deal too much
noise. You lose effect when you pile up the agony like that: people
only want to stop their ears to prevent their heads being split.'
So they chatted on. But what was it that Nan, who had accompanied
them, had heard as she sat in the great, empty, dimly-lit Cathedral,
with her hands clasped, her head bent forward on them, her eyes closed?
Or, rather, what was it that she saw?for this seemed to be a picture
in music. She saw a small chapel far away up in the mountains, the
trembling red rays in the windows looking strange above the snow. She
heard the monks at their midnight chantinglow, and sad, and distant.
And then it seemed, as she listened, as if the stars overhead were
being blurred out, and a murmuring wind came down the gorge, and the
air grew cold. The darkness deepened; the wind rose and moaned through
the pine forests; then an angry gust swept along, so that the intoning
of the monks was lost altogether. There was a rumble of distant
thunderoverhead, among the unseen peaks. But still, unconscious of
the threatening storm, those within the small building went on with
their holy office, and there were snatches of the clear singing of
boysso faint that you could scarcely hear; and again the strong, sad,
sombre voices of the men. Then the tempest broke, fierce and terrible:
the elements seemed mingled together. She lost sight of the chapel in
the whirling snow; the heavens rattled overhead; and the wind swept
down so that the whole earth trembled. A horror of wrath and darkness
has overwhelmed the world; and what of the patient choristers now? No
longer are their voices heard amid the appalling fury of the hurricane;
the sudden lightning-flash reveals nothing in the blackness; the powers
of evil have overcome; and the universe has lost its hope. But now
there comes a lull; and suddenlyfar away, and faint, and
triumphantrises the song of reliance and joy. The demons of the night
mutter and moan; but the divine song rises clearer and more clear. It
is the voice of faith, silver-toned and sweet; and the very heavens
themselves seem to listen; and the thunders rumble away into the
valleys; and the stars, shining, and calm, and benignant, come out
again over the mountain-peaks. And lo! once more she can descry the
faint red rays above the snow; and she can almost see the choristers
within the little building; and she listens to the silver-clear song;
and her heart is filled with a strange new gladness and trust. What
must she do to keep it there for ever? By what signal
self-sacrificeby what devotion of a whole life-timeby what patient
and continuous dutyshall she secure to herself this divine peace, so
that the storms and terrors and trials of the world may sweep by it
powerless and unregarded?
When she rose and blindly followed her sisters, she was all
trembling, and there was a great lump in her throat. She was, indeed,
in that half-hysterical state in which rash resolves are sometimes made
that may determine the course of a human life. But Nan had the sense to
know that she was in this state; and she had enough firmness of
character to enable her to reason with herself. She walked, silent,
with her sisters from the Cathedral to the hotel; and she was reasoning
with herself all the time. She was saying to herself that she had had a
glimpse, an impression of something divinely beautiful and touching,
that at some time or other might influence or even determine her course
of life. When that time came she could remember. But not nownot
now. She was not going to resolve to become a Catholic, or join a
sisterhood, or give herself up to the service of the poor, merely
because this wonderful music had filled her heart with emotion. It was
necessary that she should think of something hard and
practicalsomething that would be the embodiment of common sense. She
would force herself to think of that. And, casting about, she
determined to thinkabout Singing Sal!
It was rather hard upon Sal, who had a touch of vanity, and was
quite conscious of what she deemed the romantic side of her way of
life, that she should be taken as the sort of incarnation of the
prosaic. Nevertheless, all through that table d'hôte dinner, Nan
kept to her self-imposed task, and was busying herself about the wages
of the coastguardsmen, and the probable cost of mackerel, and the
chances of Sal's having to face a westerly squall of wind and rain when
she was breasting the steep hill rising from Newhaven. Was Sal singing
that night before the Old Ship? Or was she in the little cul-de-sac
near the Town-hall where the public-house was that the fishermen called
in at on their way home? Nan was apparently dining at the table
d'hôte of a hotel in Lucerne; but in reality she spent that evening
And she was still thinking of Brighton when, as has been related,
there was a migration from the dining-saloon to the verandah outside;
so that she did not hear much of what her sisters were saying.
'We are certainly going to have a real thunderstorm after the
imitation one,' Miss Beresford repeated. 'Do you hear that?'
There was a low rumble of thunder; likewise some pattering of
rain-drops on the leaves outside.
'It won't be half as fine though,' said the musical sister.
There was a sudden white flash of light that revealed in a
surprising manner the sharp outline of Pilatus; then darkness and a
crashing peal of thunder. The rain began to pour; and some passers by
took shelter under the densely-foliaged trees fronting the gravelled
terrace of the hotel. The light that came through the tall windows fell
on those dark figures; but dimly.
Nan had been thinking so much of Brighton, and Sal, and the downs,
and ships and sailors, that when this orange glow fell on a gentleman
whom she thought she recognised as Lieutenant Frank King she was
scarcely astonished. She looked hard through the dusk; yes, surely it
'Mary,' she said, but without any great interest, 'isn't that
Lieutenant King standing by that farthest tree?'
The eldest sister also peered through the obscurity.
'Well, yes, it is. What an extraordinary thing! Oh, I remember, he
said he was going abroad. But what a curious coincidence! Why don't you
go and speak to him, Nan?'
'Why should I go and speak to him?' said Nan. 'I should only get
'What can have brought him here?' said Edith.
'Not his ship, at all events,' said Mary Beresford, smartly. 'It's
only Shakspeare who can create seaports inland.'
'You ought to know better than that,' said Nan with some asperity,
for she was very valiant in protecting her intellectual heroes against
the attacks of a flippant criticism. 'You ought to know that at one
time the Kingdom of Bohemia had seaports on the Adriatic; every
school-girl knows that nowadays.'
'They didn't when I was at school,' said Mary Beresford. 'But aren't
you going to speak to Lieutenant King, Nan?'
'Oh, he won't want to be bothered with a lot of girls,' said Nan;
and she refused to stir.
A few seconds thereafter, though there was still an occasional flash
of lightning, the rain slackened somewhat; and the young
Lieutenantwho was clad in a travelling-suit of gray, by-the-way, and
looked remarkably like the other young Englishmen loitering about the
front of the hotelemerged from his shelter, shook the rain-drops from
his sleeves, and passed on into the dark.
The very next morning the Beresfords left Lucerne for Zurich. They
stayed there three daysNan busy all the time in teaching herself how
to propel a boat with two oars, her face to the bow; and she liked to
practise most in moonlight. Then they left Zurich one afternoon, and
made their way southward into the mountainous region adjacent to the
sombre Wallensee. The stormy sunset deepened and died out; rain, rain,
rain pursued them all the way to Chur. They got to their hotel there in
an omnibus that jolted through the mud and the darkness.
But next morning, when Nan Beresford went to the window of the
little sitting-room and looked abroad, she uttered a cry of surprise
that was also meant as a call to wake her sleeping sisters. She stepped
out on to a wooden balcony, and found herself poised high above the
flooded river that was roaring down its channel, while in front of her
was the most vivid and brilliant of pictures, the background formed by
a vast semicircle of hills. She had it all to herself on this lovely
morningthe fresh air and sunlight; the plunging river below; the
terraced gardens on the opposite bank; over that again, the
tumbled-about collection of gleaming white houses, and green casements,
and red roofs, and old towers and belfries; and then, higher still, and
enclosing, as it were, the picturesque little town, the great ethereal
amphitheatre of pale blue mountains, with here and there a sprinkling
of snow glittering sharply, as if it were quite close at hand. How
fresh and cold the morning air was, after the sultry atmosphere of the
lakes! How beautiful the snow was! Nan did not like to be alone. She
wished to share her delight with some one. 'Edith! Edith!' she called.
There was no answer.
Suddenly she found she was no longer the solitary possessor of this
brilliant little picture. Happening to turn her head somewhat, she
perceived some one coming across the bridge; and, after a minute's
surprise and doubt and astonishment, she convinced herself that the
stranger was no other than Frank King. The discovery startled her. This
time it could be no mere coincidence. Surely he was following them?
Could it be possible that he had come with bad news from Brighton?
She did not stay to waken her sisters. She hastily put on her hat
and went downstairs; and the first person she saw was Lieutenant King
himself, who was calmly looking over the list of arrivals.
to be infectious; even Nan felt herself smiling, though she thought
that the commander of a man-of-war ought not to go on like this. And
how could Frank King, who had been practically all his life at sea,
know so much about the rustics in Wiltshire? How could he have gone
through those poaching adventures, for example? She knew that
Kingscourt was in Wiltshire; but if, as he had told her, he was in the
navy when the English fleet paid its famous visit to Cherbourg, he must
have left Wiltshire when he was a very small boy indeed.
They got higher and higher into the mountains as the evening fell,
and the mists closed down upon them. Outside they heard nothing but the
rattle of the rain on the top of the carriage, and the tinkle of the
horses' bells. By and by the lamps were lit. Later they were in
absolute blacknessplunging through the streaming night; but they were
When the carriage stopped they were quite surprised. Splügen
already! And where was the inn? Frank King sprang out, and found
himself in a sort of big square, with the rain pelting down, and the
building opposite him apparently closed. But presently a man appeared
with a lantern, who informed him that they could have beds certainly,
but in the dépendance, as the hotel was overcrowded. Then the
gentleman with the lantern disappeared.
It was fortunate, indeed, for these young ladies that they had a
male protector and champion with them; for the bad weather had detained
many people, the hotel was crammed full, and as this was the table
d'hôte hour, the landlord and all his staff, with every disposition
in the world to be obliging, were at their wits' end. Every one was
wanted in the dining-chamber: how could any one look after the new
arrivals, or show them their rooms on the other side of the square, or
attend to their luggage? Now it was that this young sailor began to
show a touch of authority. First of all he got the young ladies to
descend, and bundled them into the little reading-room; that was
clearing the decks for action. The last they saw of him was that he had
seized a man by the collar and was quietly, but firmly, taking him to
the door, addressing him the while in an extraordinary mixture of
French and German concerning luggage, and rooms, and the necessity of a
lantern to show people across the square. In about a quarter of an hour
he returned, dripping wet.
'Well, that's all settled,' he said, cheerfully, as he dried his
face with his handkerchief. 'I've seen the roomsvery big, and bare,
and cold, but the best they have. And I've left Miss Parsons in the
kitchen, tearing her hair over some things that have got wet. And I've
got four places at the table d'hôte, which is going on. Now, if
you wish to go and see your rooms and dress for dinner, there is a
little girl waiting with a lantern; or if you prefer going in to the
table d'hôte at once'
CHAPTER VIII. SNOW AND MIST AND
The desolation of that next morning! A wonder of snow outside the
windowsthe large dark flakes slowly, noiselessly passing the panes;
snow on the open space fronting the great, gaunt hostelry; snow on the
small spire of the church; and snow on the far reaches of the hills,
retreating up there into the gray mists, where every pine-tree was a
sharp black thing on the broad expanse of white. The girls were greatly
downcast. They had their breakfast brought to them in the big cold
room; they took it hurriedly, with scarcely a word. They saw Parsons
rushing across the square; when she came in there were flakes of snow
in her hair, and her fingers were blue with cold.
'The English go abroad for pleasure,' said Edith, with sarcasm.
By and by they heard the jingle of the bells outside, and on going
below they found Frank King in the doorway, encased from head to foot
in an ulster.
'This is indeed luckthis is great luck,' said he, blithely.
'Luck do you call it?' said Edith Beresford.
'Certainly,' said he; 'the first snow of the year! Most opportune.
Of course you must see the Splügen Pass in snow.'
'We shan't see anything,' said Edith in gloom.
'Never mind,' said Miss Beresford, good-naturedly; 'we shall have
crossed the Alps in a snowstorm, and that sounds well. And I daresay we
shall amuse ourselves somehow. Do you feel inclined to give up your
carriage to-day again?'
She had turned to Frank King. There was a smile on her face, for she
guessed that it was no great sacrifice on his part. Moreover, she had
enjoyed that drive the day before; the presence of a fourth person
broke the monotony of the talking of three girls together. It is
needless to add that Frank King eagerly welcomed her proposal, and in
due course the two carriages drove away from the big, bare hostelry to
enter the unknown mountain-world.
A strange world they found it, when once they had left the level of
the little valley and begun to climb the steep and twisting road cut on
the face of the mountain. The aspect of things changed every few
minutes, as the rolling mists slowly blotted out this or that portion
of the landscape, or settled down so close that they could see nothing
but the wet snow in the road, and the black-stemmed pines beyond, with
their green branches stretching out towards them through the pall of
cloud. Then sometimes they would look down into extraordinary gulfs of
mistextraordinary because, far below them, they would find the top of
a fir-tree, the branches laden with snow, the tree itself apparently
resting on nothingfloating in mid air. It was a phantasmal world
altogether, the most cheerful feature of it being that at last the snow
had ceased to fall.
This decided Nan to get out for a walk.
'You will be wet through,' her elder sister exclaimed.
'My boots are thick,' said Nan, 'and Parsons has my waterproof.'
When she had got down, and disappeared, Miss Beresford said,
'She is a strange girl; she always wants to be alone.'
'She seems to think a great deal, and she always thinks in her own
way,' said Frank King. 'No doubt she prefers to be alone; butbut
don't you think I ought to get out and see that she is all right?'
'There are no brigands in these mountains, are there?' said Miss
'And she can't lose her way,' said the more serious Edith, 'unless
she were to fall over the side.'
'I think I will get out,' he said, and he called to the driver.
He found that Nan was already some way ahead, or rather overhead;
but he soon overtook her. She was startled when she saw him, for the
snow had deadened the sound of his approach.
'I believe it will clear soon,' he said at a venture.
'It is altogether very strange,' Nan said in something of a lower
voice. 'The fir-trees laden with snow like that, the cold, the gloom:
it looks like some bygone Christmas come back suddenly. It is strange
to find yourself in another part of the year: yesterday, summer;
to-day, winter. I should not be surprised to meet a cart filled with
holly, or to hear the bells ringing for morning service.'
'You know there are people who never see winter,' said he; 'I wonder
what it feels like when you move from place to place so as to live in a
perpetual spring and summer.'
'I don't think it can be the real spring,' she said, after a second.
'The summer, I suppose, is the same anywhere; it hasn't the newness and
the strangeness of the spring. Wouldn't it be a nice thing now to be
able to take some poor English lady who has been compelled to live all
the early months of each year in the south, among hot-house sort of
things, and just to show her for a minute a little English village in
the real spring time, such as she must have known when she was a girl,
with the daffodils in the cottage gardens, and the young leaves on the
elm and the hawthorn. And perhaps a lark would be singing high up; and
there might be a scent of wallflower; and the children coming home with
daisy wreaths. She would cry, perhaps; but she would like it better
than the hot-house flowers and the Riviera. There are some things that
have a wonderful way of bringing back old memoriesthe first smell of
wallflower in the spring is one, and the first fall of snow in the
winter. And there's an old-fashioned kind of musky smell, too, that
always means Sunday clothes, and a tall pew, and a village choir.'
'But you seem to have a strong faculty of association,' said young
Frank King, who was far more interested in Nan than in musk.
'I don't know,' she said carelessly. 'I don't study myself much. But
I know I have a strong bump of localityisn't that what they call it?
I wish I had been born in a splendid place. I wish I had been born
among great mountains, or amongst remote sea islands, or even beautiful
lake scenery; and I know I should have loved my native place
passionately and yearned for it; and I should have thought it was the
most beautiful place in the worldespecially when I was away from
itfor that's the usual way. But when you are born in London and live
in Brighton, you can't make much out of that.'
Then she added with some compunction,
'Not but that I am very fond of the south coast. I know it so well;
and of course you get fond of anything that you are very intimate with,
especially if other people don't know much about it. And there is far
more solitariness about the south coast than the people imagine who
come down to the Bedford Hotel for a week.'
'You are a great walker, are you not?' he said.
'Oh no; but I walk a good deal.'
'And always alone?'
'Generally. It is very seldom I have a companion. Do you know
'Singing Sal? No. How should I? Who is she?'
'A kind of tramping musician,' said Nan, with a grave smile. 'She is
a friend of the fishermen and coastguardsmen and sailors down there; I
daresay some of your men must have heard of her. She is a good-looking
woman, and very pleasant in her manner, and quite intelligent. I have
seen her very often, but I never made her acquaintance till the week
'Yes,' said Nan, simply; 'and I mean to renew it when I get back, if
mamma will let me. Singing Sal knows far more about the coast than I
do, and I want to learn more. . . . Oh, look!'
Both of them had been for some time aware of a vague luminousness
surrounding them, as if the sun wanted to get through the masses of
vapour; but at this moment she, happening to turn her head, found that
the wind had in one direction swept away the mist, and behold, far away
in the valley beneath them, they could see the village of Splügen,
shining quite yellow in the sunlight. Then the clouds slowly closed
over the golden little picture, and they turned and walked on. But in
front of them, overhead, the wind was still at work, and there were
threads of keen blue now appearing over the twisting vapours. Things
began to be more cheerful. Both the carriages behind had been thrown
open. Nan's face looked pink, after one's eyes had got so used to the
whiteness of the snow.
'I suppose there are no people so warmly attached to their country
as the Swiss are, she said (she was not ordinarily a chatterbox, but
the cold, keen air seemed to have vivified her). 'I am very glad the
big thieves of the world left Switzerland alone. It would have been a
shame to steal this little bit from so brave a people. Do you know the
song of the Swiss soldier in the trenches at Strasburg? I think it is
one of the most pathetic songs in the world.'
'No, I don't,' he said. How delighted he was to let her ramble on in
this way, revealing the clear, beautiful soul, as Singing Sal might
'He tells the story himself,' she continued. 'It is the sound of the
Alphorn that has brought this sorrow to him, he says. He was in the
trenches at night, and he heard the sound of the Alphorn far away, and
nothing would do but that he must try to escape and reach his
fatherland by swimming the river. Then he is taken, and brought before
the officers, and condemned to be shot; and he only asks his brother
soldiers to fire straight But I am not going to spoil it.'
She put her hand up furtively for a second to her eyes, and then she
'I have had enough walking. Suppose we wait for the carriage?'
'I think I ought to apologise to you, Miss Anne,' said he. 'You
prefer walking by yourselfI ought not to have come and bothered you.'
'It is of no consequence,' said Nan, looking back for the carriage,
'so long as you haven't wet your feet.'
They got into the carriage and continued on their way; and very soon
it became apparent, from the flashes of sunlight and gleams of blue,
that they had worked their way up through the cloud-layers. In process
of time, indeed, they got clear of the mists altogether, and emerged on
to the higher valleys of the Alpsvast, sterile, the white snow-plains
glittering in the sun, except where the rocks showed through in points
of intense black. There were no longer any pines. They were in a world
of snow and barren rocks and brilliant sunlight, with a cold luminous
blue sky overhead; themselves the only living creatures visible; their
voices sounding strangely distinct in the silence.
When they were quite at the summit of the pass, a smurr, as we say
in Scotland, came over; but it did not last. By the time they had got
the drags on the wheels, the vast gorge before themdescending and
winding until it disappeared in a wall of mountains of the deepest
bluewas again filled with sunlight; and now they began to be a little
bit sheltered from the wind as the horses trotted and splashed through
the wet snow, carrying them away down into Italy.
They lunched at Campo Dolcino, still some thousands of feet above
the level of the sea. Then on again, swinging away at a rapid pace down
into a mighty valley; rattling through galleries cut in the solid rock;
then out again into the grateful sunlight; taking the sharp curves of
the road at the same breakneck speed; with always below themand so
far below them that it was silenta rushing river sweeping down
between fair pastures and dots of villages. As the evening fell, this
clatter of hoofs and wheels came to a sudden end; for they were
entering the town of Chiavenna, and there you must go at walking pace
through the narrow little thoroughfares. It was strange for them to
come down from the snow-world into this ordinary little town, and to
find in the hotel not only all sorts of products of a high
civilisation, but even people who were speaking the familiar English
There was a telegram addressed 'Lieutenant F. H. King, R.N.,' in the
case in the bureau; when Frank King had got it out and read it he was
silent for a second or two.
'I hope there is no bad news,' said Miss Beresford, in a kindly way.
She was not a very sympathetic person; but Frank King had brightened up
their tour during these last two days, and she was in a measure
grateful to him.
'No,' he said, absently. 'Oh no, not bad news. The telegram is from
the officer I left in charge of the Fly-by-Night; I rather think
that I shall be setting out for home again in a couple of days.'
'Oh, I am sorry for that,' she said, quite naturally.
'You go on again to-morrow, Miss Beresford?'
'We were proposing to do so.'
'And where do you think of going to when you get to Lake Como?'
'Bellagio, most probably.'
'Oh, well, I will go with you as far as Bellagio, if I may,' he
said, somewhat thoughtfully.
CHAPTER IX. THE SERENATA.
Next morning also he was preoccupied and anxious, insomuch that even
Nan noticed it, and good-naturedly hoped he had had no bad news. He
'No, oh no,' he said. 'Only the telegram I got last night makes it
necessary for me to start for home to-morrow.'
'Then, at least,' said Nan cheerfully, 'you will see Lake Como
before you go.'
Her eldest sister smiled in her superior way.
'Nan's head is full of romance,' she said. 'She expects to see the
Como of the print-shops: don't you, Nan? Blue water and golden boats,
and pink hills, and Claude Melnotte's castle lifting itswhatever was
it?to eternal summer. I am afraid the quotation is not quite
And the truth was that, despite this warning, Nan did seem somewhat
disappointed, when, after hours of rattling and splashing along a muddy
road, they came upon a stretch of dirty, chalky-green water that in a
manner mirrored the gray and barren crags above it.
'That isn't Como!' cried Nan. 'It can't be.'
'Oh, but it is,' Miss Beresford said, laughing. 'At least it's the
upper end of it.'
But Nan would not believe it; and when at last they reached Colico,
and fought their way through the crowd of swarthy good-for-nothings who
strove to attach themselves to every scrap of luggage, and when they
had got on board the steamer and secured commanding positions on the
upper deck, then Nan declared that they were about to see the real Lake
of Como. It was observed that the young sailor glanced once or twice
rather anxiously at the sky and the seething clouds.
Well, they sailed away down through this stretch of pallid green
water, that was here and there ruffled with wind, and here and there
smooth enough to reflect the silver-gray sky; and they called at
successive little villages; and they began to be anxious about a
certain banking up of purple clouds in the south-west. They forgot
about the eternal summer, and got out their waterproofs. They were glad
to find themselves drawing near to Bellagio, and its big hotels, and
villas, and terraced gardens. The wind had risen; the driven green
water was here and there hissing white; and just as they were landing,
a pink flash of lightning darted across that dense wall of purple
cloud, and there was a long and reverberating rattle of thunder.
'It seems to me we have just got in in time,' said Frank King in the
hall of the hotel.
The storm increased in fury. The girls could scarcely dress for
dinner through being attracted to the window by the witches' cantrips
outside. The thunder blackness in the south-west had deepened; the wind
was whirling by great masses of vapour; the water was springing high
along the terraces; and the trees in the terraced gardens were blown
this way and that, even though their branches were heavy with rain.
Then it was that Edith Beresford said
'Nan, you ought to persuade Lieutenant King to stay over another
day. He hasn't seen Como. This isn't Como.'
'I?' said Nan, sharply. 'What have I to do with it? He can go or
stay as he pleases.'
'Besides,' continued Edith, 'in consequence of this tempo cattivo
'I suppose that means weather that rains cats and dogs,' said Nan,
whose anger was of the briefest duration.
'the grand Serenata is put off till to-morrow night. Now
he ought to stay and see the illuminations of the boats.'
'The illuminations,' said Nan. 'I should think he had something else
to think of.'
Nevertheless, when, at dinner, Miss Edith was good enough to put
these considerations before Lieutenant King, he seemed very anxious to
assent, and he at once called for a time-table; and eventually made out
that by taking the night train somewhere or other, he could remain at
Bellagio over the next day. And he was rewarded, so far as the weather
went. The morning was quite Como-likefair and blue and calm; the sun
shining on the far wooded hills, and on the sparkling little villages
at their foot; the green lake still running high, with here and there a
white tip breaking; a blaze of sunlight on the gardens belowon the
green acacia-branches and the masses of scarlet salviaand on the
white hot terraces where the lizards lay basking.
It was a long, idle, delicious day; and somehow he contrived to be
near Nan most of the time. He was always anxious to know what she
thought about this or about that; he directed her attention to various
things; he sometimes talked to her about his shipand about what
sailors thought of when they were far from home and friends. They went
out on the lakethese four; the hot sun had stilled the water
somewhat; reclining in the cushioned stern of the boat, in the shelter
of the awning, they could hear the bells on shore faint and distant. Or
they walked in that long allée leading from one end of the gardensthe
double line of short chestnuts offering cool and pleasant shadow; the
water lapping along the stone parapet beside them; and between each two
of the stems a framed picture, as it were, of the lake and the
velvet-soft slopes beyond. It was all very pretty, they said. It was a
trifle common-place, perhaps; there were a good many hotels and little
excursion steamers about; and perhaps here and there a suggestion of
the toy-shop. But it was pretty. Indeed, towards sunset, it was very
nearly becoming something more. Then the colours in the skies deepened;
in the shadows below the villages were lost altogether; and the
mountains, growing more and more sombre under the rich gold above began
to be almost fine. One half forgot the Cockneyism and familiarity of
the place, and for a moment had a glimpse of the true loneliness and
solemnity of the hills.
As the dusk fell they began to bethink themselves of what was before
'It would have been a bad thing for the musicians from La Scala if
they had attempted to go out last evening,' Miss Beresford remarked.
'It will be a bad thing for us,' said Edith, who was the musical
one, 'if we attempt to go on board their steamer this evening. It will
be far too loud. You should never be too near. And, especially where
there is water, music sounds so well at some distance.'
'You can hire a small boat, then,' said Nan. 'They are all putting
up their Chinese lanterns.'
'Oh, I wouldn't advise that,' said Frank King, quickly. 'I don't
think it would be safe.'
'A sailor afraid of boats!' said Miss Edith with a laugh.
'Oh, as for that,' said Nan, warmly, 'every one knows that it's
those who are most ignorant of boats who are most reckless in them.
It's very easy to be brave if you're stupidly ignorant. I know papa
used to say it was always the most experienced sportsman who took most
care about unloading his gun on going into a house. Why, if you're
walking along the pier, and see some young fools standing up in a boat
and rocking it until the gunwale touches the water, you may be sure
they're haberdashers down from the borough for a day, who have never
been in a boat before.'
In the dusk they could not see that Frank King's face flushed with
pleasure at this warm defence; but he only said quietly,
'You see there will be ten or twelve steamers churning about in the
dark; and if some careless boatman were to make a mistakeor lose his
headyou might be under the paddles in a second. I think you should
either get on board or stay ashore; and I should say you were as well
off here as anywhere. You will see the procession on the lake very
well; and even if they should halt over there at Cadenabbia for the
music, we could hear it here excellently.'
'It is very good advice, Edith,' said Miss Beresford, seriously. 'I
don't at all like small boats. And there goes the first dinner-bell; so
let's make haste.'
At dinner Frank King did not say much; he seemed to be thinking of
his departure on the morrow. Once, however, when they happened to be
talking about Brighton, he looked across the table to Nan, and said,
'Oh, by the way, what was the name of the woman you told me
aboutwhom you met on the downs?'
'Singing Sal,' answered Nan, with composure.
'I shall ask about her when I get to Portsmouth,' he said.
'She is seldom in the big towns; she prefers tramping by herself
along the country roads.'
'Is this another of Nan's protegées?' asked Miss Beresford.
'She knows the most extraordinary people. She is like the children when
they are sent down to the beach when the tide is low; they are always
most delighted with the monstrous and hideous things they can pick up.'
'You must have seen Singing Sal,' said Nan quietly. 'And she is
neither monstrous nor hideous. She is very well dressed, and she sings
with a great deal of feeling.'
'Perhaps she will come and have afternoon tea with us?' said Edith,
with a sarcastic air.
'I don't think she would find it interesting enough,' Nan answered,
When, after dinner, they went out on to the balcony above the
garden, they found that the wonders of the night had already begun. Far
on the other side of the lake the houses of Cadenabbia were all ablaze
with millions of small gold points, the yellow glow from which
glimmered down on the black water. Then in the garden here, there were
rows upon rows of Chinese lanterns, of all colours, just moving in the
almost imperceptible breeze; while along the shore, the villas had
their frontage-walls decorated with brilliant lines of illuminated
cups, each a crimson, or white, or emerald star. Moreover, at the steps
of the terrace below, there was a great bustle of boats; and each boat
had its pink paper lantern glowing like a huge firefly in the darkness;
and there was a confusion of chaffering and calling with brightly
dressed figures descending by the light of torches, and disappearing
into the unknown. Then these boats began to move awaywith their
glow-worm lanterns swaying in the black night. The hotel seemed almost
deserted. There was silence along the shores.
By and by, at a great distance, they beheld a wonderful thing come
slowly into viewfar away in the open space of darkness that they knew
to be the lake. It was at first only a glow of crimson; but as it came
nearer, this glow separated into points, each point a ruby-coloured
shaft of fire, and they saw that this must be a steamer illuminated by
red lamps. And then another steamer, and another, came sailing up, with
different colours gleaming; until one, far higher than the othersa
great mass of glittering goldappeared in the midst of them, and round
this all the fleet of small boats, that were, of course, only
distinguishable by their parti-coloured lanterns, seemed to gather.
'That is the steamer that has the musicians, clearly,' said Frank
'Yes; but I don't hear any music,' answered Edith, in a voice that
seemed rather ominous.
They sat and waited. The last of the guests had got into the small
boats and gone away; they were left alone in front of the big hotel.
The moon was rising behind the hills in the south, and already the
surface of the lake was beginning to declare itselfa dull blue-black.
'I cannot hear the least sound; is it possible they can be playing?'
said Edith, disappointedly.
It was a beautiful spectacle, at all events, even if there were no
sound accompanying it. For now the moon had risen clear, and there was
a pale soft light all along the northern hills, and just enough
radiance lying over the bosom of the lake to show the darkness of the
hulls of the distant steamers. And then, as they watched, some order
seemed to grow out of that confusion of coloured lights; the high
golden mass drew away; and then the others followed, until the long
undulating line seemed like some splendid meteor in the night. There
was no sound. Cadenabbia, with all its yellow fire, was as clearly
deserted as this Bellagio here, with all its paper lanterns and
coloured cups. The procession had slowly departed. The Serenata
was taking place somewhere else. The gardens of this hotel were silent
but for the occasional voices of Frank King and his companions.
Well, they laughed away their disappointment; and chatted
pleasantly, and enjoyed the beautiful night, until Miss Beresford
thought it was time for them to go indoors.
'But where's Nan?' she said. 'That girl is never to be found.'
'I think I can find her,' said Frank King, rising hastily. He had
been regarding for some time back that long allée between the
chestnuts, and a dark figure there that was slowly pacing up and down,
occasionally crossing the patches of moonlight. When he had got about
half-way along, he found Nan leaning with her elbows on the parapet,
and looking out on the moonlit lake.
'Oh, Miss Anne,' he said, 'your sister wants you to come indoors.'
'All right,' she said cheerfully, raising herself and preparing to
'But I want to say a word to you,' he said hurriedly. 'I have been
trying for an opportunity these two days. I hope you won't think it
strange or premature or impertinent'
'Oh no,' said Nan, with a sudden fear of she knew not what; 'but let
us go indoors.'
'No, here, now,' he pleaded. 'Only one moment. I know we are young;
perhaps I should not ask you to pledge yourself, but all I ask for is
to be allowed to hope. Surely you understand. Nan, will you be my
He would have taken her hand; but she withdrew quickly, and said
with a sort of gasp
'Oh, I am so sorry. I had no idea. It must be my fault, I am sure;
but I did not knowI was not thinking of such a thing for a
'But you will give me leave to hope?' he said. 'I mean some daynot
'Oh no, no!' she said with an earnestness that was almost piteous.
'If I have made a mistake before, this must be clear now. Oh, don't
think of such a thing. It never could benever, never. I am very sorry
if I have pained you; butbut you don't know anything about me; and
you will soon forget, for we are both far too youngat least I amto
think of such things; andand I am very, very sorry.'
'But do you mean that I am never to think of it again, even as a
hope?' he said, slowly.
'Oh, I do mean thatI do! If there has been a mistake, let it be
clear now. Can I not be your friend?'
She held out her hand. After a second or so of hesitation, he took
'I know more of you than you suspect,' he said slowly, and with a
touch of hopelessness in his voice. 'I could see what you were the
first half-hour I had spoken to you. And I know you know your own mind,
and that you are sincere. Well, I had hoped for something else; but
even your friendship will be valuable to mewhen I have had a little
time to forget.'
'Oh, thank you, thank you!' said Nan, somewhat incoherently. 'I know
you will be wise. You have your profession to think of; that is of far
more importance. I know you will be wise, and generous too, and forgive
me if the fault has been mine. Now, we will not speak of any such thing
again; let it be as if it had never been. Come.'
He pressed her hand in silenceit was a token of good-bye. These
two did not see each other again for more than three years.
CHAPTER X. JINNY.
One night towards the end of that interval a strange scene occurred
in the old manor-house of Kingscourt, Wiltshire. From an early part of
the evening it was apparent that something unusual was about to take
place. The sleepy old mansion was all astir, a big fire blazed in the
fireplace of the hall, and even the long corridor, which was in effect
a picture-gallery, and ordinarily looked rather grim with its oak
panelling and dusky portraits and trophies of arms, had been so
brilliantly lit up that it seemed almost cheerful.
There was no cheerfulness, however, on the face of the lord of the
manor himself; and there was nothing but a keen and anxious sympathy in
the regard of his friend the Vicar, who had come to keep him company.
The former, Stephen Holford King, was a hale old man of over seventy,
with a smoothly-shaven face grown red with exposure to the weather,
silvery short-cropped hair, and fine, impressive features. His old
college friend, the Rev. Mr. Lynnton, was a smaller man, and somewhat
younger, though his pale face had a sad expression, as though he had
come through much trouble. He also was clean shaven, which added
character to his clear-cut features. His chest was narrow, and he
stooped a little.
'It is kind of you to come early, Vicar,' said the taller man, who
seemed much agitated in spite of his outwardly firm demeanour. 'It will
be a terrible ordeal for my poor wife. I wish the evening were over.'
'You must face it like a man, friend King,' said the other. 'You
have acted rightly, great as the pain must be to yourself. It is the
young man's last chance, and surely he accepts it or he would not be
coming at all. Andshealso.'
'If only he hadn't married herif only he hadn't married her. She
might have ruined him in pocket, as she has ruined others before; but,
to come in here'
He glanced at the portraits along the walls; he seemed scarcely to
know what he was saying.
'You might preach a sermon from what I am suffering now, Vicar. Oh,
I deserve it. My pride has been taken down at last. But the punishment
'Pardon me, friend King; but you exaggerate surely. Surely a certain
measure of family pride is justifiable; it ought to nerve a man to be
worthy of those who have gone before him. Nor have I ever thought that
your feeling about your name being a heritage that you had to guard
jealously and piously was otherwise than just'
'Five centuries, Vicarfor five centuries the Kings of Kingscourt,
whether knights or commoners, have been gentlemengentlemen every man
of them; and this is the end!'
'But even now, old friend, you must not look at the blackest side of
things. Alfred may requite you yet by his conduct for the tremendous
sacrifice you and Mrs. King are making. He has committed a social
crime; but surely that is better than living in sin.'
'Vicar, I know you have tried to look only at the cheerful side of
things, as far as your cloth will permit, and I trust in God that
something may yet come of it; but if notif this last appeal to him
produces nothing more than the othersthen there is a final
alternative that may help me to save Kingscourt and the family name.'
'What is that?' his friend said, eagerly.
'I will not speak of it now; we must hope for the best.'
At this moment there was heard the rumbling of carriage wheels
outside, and the old man started.
'Come, let us go into the hall,' he said quickly; and then he added,
in a lower and agitated voice, 'Vicar, do you think my poor wife
willwill have to kiss this woman? That is what she dreads. That is
what terrifies her.'
The pale-faced clergyman seemed embarrassed, and said hastily,
'There will be some confusion, no doubt. Come, friend King, pull
yourself together. You are welcoming home your son and his
newly-married wife, remember.'
The great bell rang, the servants swarmed into the hall, the door
was opened, and outside, in the darkness, the carriage lamps were
visible, shining down on the broad steps. At the same moment a lady
came along from the corridor; a tall, elderly woman, with a pale, sweet
face, quite white hair done up in old-fashioned little curls, and with
eyes of a sad, benign expression. She seemed to be very pleased and
cheerful; it was only the Vicar, who shook hands with her, who knew
that her whole frame was trembling.
'So you have come to welcome home the bride, Mr. Lynnton,' she said,
in a clear voice, so that every one could hear. 'Alfred will be pleased
to see you again, after his long absence. They say that being so much
abroad has greatly improved him.'
'It could not well improve his appearance, Mrs. King; he was always
a handsome lad,' said the Vicarhis eyes still turned towards the
This was, indeed, a strikingly handsome man who now came up the
stepstaller and more massive than his brother Frank, lighter also in
hair and eyes. At this first glance one scarcely noticed that his face
was somewhat flushed, and that the light blue eyes had a sort of
uncertain nervous throb in them.
'My wife, mother.'
The Vicar stared with astonishment. This pretty, bright-faced little
thing did not look more than eighteen or nineteen, though in fact she
was five-and-twenty; and in her tight-fitting ulster and plain gray
hat, and quiet yellow-gray gloves, she looked the very embodiment of
girlish grace, and neatness, and decorum.
The white-haired woman took this new visitor by both hands.
'I am glad you have come, my dear,' said she, without any quaver of
the voice, and she kissed her first on one cheek and then on the other.
'But you must be tired with your long journey. Come, I will show you
your dressing-room; they have taken some tea up for you.'
'And to-night we dine at seven, my dear,' said the father of the
house, addressing her at the same time, 'for we thought you might be
hungry after your journey. So don't take too much time in dressing, my
dear; we are plain folks; we will see all your finery another night.
Higgins, have Mrs. Alfred's boxes taken up at once.'
Mrs. Alfred meanwhile stood looking a little puzzled, a little
amused, but not at all shy. She seemed to consider it rather a good
'Go on, Jinny,' her husband said to her lazily; 'I shan't dress.'
'That is an old privilege of Alfred's, my dear,' said Mrs. King,
leading the new-comer away. 'His father, now, hasn't missed dressing
for dinner one evening since we were married, except the night the
vicarage took fire. But I suppose young men are not so ceremonious now.
Here is your room, my dear; Catherine is bringing some hot water, and
she will open your boxes for you.'
And the old lady herself went and stirred up the fire, and drew the
low easy chair nearer to the little table where the tea-things were,
and continued talking in the kindliest way to her new guest until the
maid arrived. Mrs. Alfred had said nothing at all, but she seemed
contented and amused.
At seven o'clock every one had assembled in the drawing-room except
Mrs. Alfred. The Vicar's wife had arrived: she was a stout,
anxious-eyed little woman, who was obviously alarmed, and talked much
to assure those around her that she was quite at ease. Mr. Alfred
himself was lazy, good-natured, indifferenthe had drunk two or three
glasses of sherry meanwhile to pass the time.
Punctually at seven Mrs. Alfred appeared. She looked more prim and
nice and neat than ever in this black silk dress with old lace on the
open square in front and on the cuffs of the tight sleeves.
'Mrs. Lynntonmy daughter Jinny,' said the old white-haired lady,
introducing the new-comer to the Vicar's wife.
Dinner was announced, and the big folding doors thrown open.
'My dear,' said Mr. King to his wife, 'I must take in Mrs. Alfred.
It is a welcome home, you know. Alfred, you take in Mrs. Lynnton. Come
And he gave her his arm with great ceremony, and led her into the
long, old-fashioned dining-room, which was a blaze of candles, and gave
her the seat at his right hand, and immediately called for a
fire-screen lest the fire should be too much.
'Or will you sit the other side, my dear?' said he.
'Oh no, sir,' she said, very prettily, out of compliment to his age.
'Oh no, sir, I am best pleased to sit where you wish me to sit.'
For by this time the amused look had gone out of her face, and she
seemed to have grown sensible of the great kindness these people were
trying to show her.
Dinner went on, and the conversation rested mainly between Mr.
Alfred, who was asking questions about the people in the neighbourhood,
and the Vicar, who answered him. But when anything amusing was said, it
was addressed to Mrs. Alfred, or else they looked to see whether she
was pleased; and she received a great deal of attention from the old
gentleman next her, and had many kind things said to her by his wife.
But Mrs. Alfred's face grew more and more strange. She seemed depressed
and troubledtimid at the same time and self-conscious; once or twice
her lips were tremulous. And then all at once she rose, and quickly
went to where Mrs. King sat, and threw herself on her knees, and
clasped the old lady's knees, and burst into a wild fit of sobbing and
crying. The old lady turned very pale, and put her hand on the younger
woman's head gently. The servants pretended to see nothing. Mr. Alfred
flushed angrily, and said
'Jinny, don't make a fool of yourself. Go back to your seat.'
Then the elder woman raised her, with a tenderness and compassion
not altogether assumed, and led her back, saying
'You are tired, my dear. I thought you looked tired, my dear. We
will let you go soon to bed tonight.'
Then everybody talked at once, and the little incident seemed easily
forgotten. Moreover, as the evening progressed, old Stephen King
convinced himself that he had done what was best for the bygone Kings
of Kingscourt and any Kings of Kingscourt there might be. He would pay
off his son's debts once more. These two would be content to remain for
years in the country, till bygones should be bygones elsewhere; and
even in the country the neighbours might pretend to a convenient
ignorance. The Vicar would help him.
The Vicar and his wife left about ten; Mr. and Mrs. Alfred retired
early; the various agitations that had shaken the old silver-haired
dame gave place to a quiescence that was in a measure hopeful. Then
sleep overtook the old manor-house, and the silence of the night.
About midnight there was a loud crash in the dining-room. Certain of
the servants slept on the ground-floor for safety's sake; and the first
oneindeed, the only oneto be thoroughly aroused by this sudden
noise was the butler, a young man who had inherited the position from
his father. He jumped up, hastily donned some clothes, and carried a
light along to the room, wisely thinking that if it was only a picture
that had fallen he need not alarm the whole household. At the same time
he went cautiously, for he did not wish to be seized by the throat
He found the dining-room door open, and something, in the dark
inside, lying prone on the floor. He pushed forward his candle, and to
his horror found it was Mrs. Alfred, who was slowly raising herself by
'Oh, ma'am, what has happened?' he cried.
'Be quiet. Where's the brandy?' she said, angrily; and then she put
her hand to the side of her forehead. 'I've struck my head against
This young man was a miracle of discretion, but he was startled. She
did not talk incoherently, and yet she could not rise.
'Is it Mr. Alfred, ma'am? Shall I take him some brandy? I hope he
isn't ill, ma'am?' he said in a breath.
'Mr. Alfred, you fool! He's been dead drunk in bed for more than an
hour. Where's the brandy? Why don't you leave the spirit-stand out, you
Then he saw how matters stood; and though he was frightened a
little, he was prudent. He went and got some brandy and water in a
tumbler; he coaxed her to go upstairs; he assisted her up; and then,
having put her quietly into her room, he returned downstairs, and
locked the dining-room door, putting the key in his pocket.
This incident the young butler kept discreetly to himself; he was
not going to imperil his situation by telling such a story about his
future master and mistress. All the same, the old father and mother
began to grow very uneasy. Mrs. Alfred was too unwell to appear next
day, nor would she see any one. She wanted brandy, however, to keep her
system up. The following day the same legend was repeated. On the
evening of that day Alfred King sought out his father in the study, and
said he wanted to speak to him.
'Look here, father, it's no use. I'll tell the truth. I came down
here to humbug you, and get some more money out of you. But what's the
good?if Jinny had the wealth of the Rothschilds she'd run through it
in a fortnight; and then her first trick would be to cut me. Oh, I know
her; she's not a bad sort; but she's been brought up to be what she is,
and she doesn't mean anything shabby, anything more than a cat thinks
itself cruel when it plays with a mouse. Well, no matter.'
He rang the bell, ordered some brandy and soda, and continued:
'Now, I've got some pride in the old place, too, father: I don't
want to see Jinny send Kingscourt spinning the moment you die. Well,
this is what I propose. I'm no good. I'm played out. I've had my turn.
Well, now, if you'll clear off my debts this time, and start me free
with 5000 poundsgiving it in trust to somebodyso that I can have my
200 pounds or 250 pounds a yearthen I'll consent to quash the entail;
you bring home Frank, and give him Kingscourt. That's better than being
a sailor, and he'll look after the old place.'
The old man regarded him calmly, but also with a strange, wistful,
'I had thought of it. But is there no other way, Alfred?'
'No. I'm broke. I'm done. If you want to save Kingscourt, that's the
'I've had my turn; I can't complain. Sooner or later Jinny'll bolt.
Then I'll go to the States and try my hand at something.'
'Do you know they've just made Frank commander?'
'He'll be glad to leave the navy, all the same. Fellows can't marry
while they're in the navy.'
'What are your debts now, Alfred?'
Here the brandy and soda was brought in, which gave him time to
'I don't know exactly. Two brutes have got hold of me. I should
fancy they could all be choked off with 8000 poundssay 9000 pounds.'
'14,000 poundsit will be a heavy charge on the estate.'
'But I shall be off it. What's more, father, if Frank comes home,
and gets married, and plays the good boy and all that kind of thing,
don't let him get it into his head that I am jealous of him, or that he
has supplanted me. Frank is a fine chap. Tell him it was my proposal;
and I hope he'll be a better son to you than I have been. Well, is it a
The old man thought for some time, and at length said,
'Well, then, there's another thing. Jinny's stumbled against
something and got a black eye. Let's get her out of the house without
the servants seeing herthis evening, after dusk. And I'll meet you
any day you like at Shaen and Maskell's.'
This, then, was how it came about that Commander Francis Holford
King, R.N., was summoned home from the West Indies, where he had been
with his ship, the Hellespont. He was grave for his years; and
he was more manly in figure, somehow, and certainly browner of face,
than when we last saw him at Bellagio, on Lake Como; but as he sailed
past the Eddystone Light and entered the smooth waters of Plymouth
Sound, there was something within him that told him his heart had not
quite forgotten all its old memories.
CHAPTER XI. TRANSFORMATION.
Captain Frank was everything and did everything that his parents
could have hoped for, except in one direction: he would have nothing
said about marriage. He came home without a murmur; he never uttered a
word of regret about his giving up a profession that he had fair hopes
of advancement in; he adopted his new set of duties with cheerfulness,
and entered with zest into the festivities of the season. For the leaf
was beginning to fall, and all the people about were preparing to shoot
the covers, so that parties had to be made up and invitations issued,
and there soon came to be a general stir throughout the countryside.
Captain Frank, though he was not much of a shot, took his share in all
these things; but he held aloof from womankind, and would not have his
marriage even spoken of by his most intimate relatives.
What was the man made of that he could resist a scene like this?
Imagine an open glade in a beautiful Wiltshire wood on the morning
after a slight fall of snow. The skies are blue, and the world is full
of clear sunlight; the hollies are intensely green over the white of
the snow; here and there on the bare branches are a few red leaves.
Also on the snow itself there is a stain of brownish red in some
places, where the light air of the morning has shaken down withered
needles from a tall pine-tree. Then there is a distant, sharp flutter;
the noise increases; suddenly a beautiful thinga meteor of bronze and
crimsoncomes whirring along at a tremendous pace; Captain Frank
blazes away with one barrel and misses; before he knows where he is the
pheasant seems a couple of miles off in the silver and blue of the sky,
and he does not care to send the second barrel on a roving commission.
He puts his gun over his shoulder, and returns to his pensive
contemplation of the glittering green hollies, and the white snow, and
the maze of bare branches going up into the blue.
But a new figure appears in the midst of this English-looking scene.
A very pretty young lady comes along smilingher pink cheeks looking
all the pinker, and her blue eyes all the bluer, because of the white
snow and also the white fur round her neck. This is pretty Mary
Coventry, who is staying at present at Kingscourt. She has the
brightest of smiles, and the whitest of teeth.
'Cousin Frank,' she says, 'where do you gentlemen lunch to-day?'
'Look here,' he answers, 'you've come right up the line between the
guns and the beaters.'
'Oh, that's all right,' she says, gaily. 'I know your father doesn't
allow shooting at ground game into cover.'
'Lunch is to be up at the Hill Farm.'
'Oh, that's the very thing. I want a long walk. And I will help
Higgins to have everything ready for you.'
'It will be very rough and tumble. You had much better go back home
'But I have come for the very purpose! I have brought sugar and
cinnamon to mull the claret for you. You will find it scalding hot when
A hare ran by some dozen yards off: he did not fire.
'I see I am in your way. Good-bye for the present.'
'Good-bye. If you do mean to go up to the Hill Farm, you had better
keep to the road. Or else,' he added, laughing, 'Mr. Ferrers will have
something to say to you.'
'Well,' said pretty Mary Coventry to herself, as she passed on and
into the road, 'he did not even thank me for all my trouble. And I
always thought sailors were supposed to be nice. But perhaps he is
lamenting some blackamoor sweetheart in Patagonia, and won't take any
notice of anybody.'
It was about a week after this that Captain Frank, having run up to
town, met a young gentleman in Piccadilly whom he seemed to recognise.
He looked againyes, it could be no other than Tom Beresford. But it
was Tom Beresford transformed. Mr. Tom was now of age; he had his club,
which he much frequented; he had assumed the air and manner of a man
about town. That is to say, although he was clever enough and had a
sufficient touch of humour, he cultivated a languid stare, and was
chary of speech; and although he was a well-built young fellow, he
walked with his elbows out and his knees in, as if the tightness of his
trousers and his boots made it nigh impossible for him to walk at all.
Moreover, his dress was more rigidly correct than ever; and of course
he carried the inevitable caneinevitable as the walking-stick of the
Frank King went up to him eagerly.
'Hallo, Beresford, how are you?'
'How are you?' was the answer, as a slight boyish blush somewhat
interfered with the dignity of Mr. Tom. 'How are you? I heard you were
at home again. I heard of you through the Strathernes.'
'And I heard of you in the same way,' said Captain King, who seemed
greatly pleased to meet an old friend. 'I'll turn and walk with you.
I've nothing particular to do.'
'Will you come and lunch with me?' said Mr. Tom (he had recovered
himself after the inadvertent blush). 'We can walk along to the club.'
'Yes, I will; said Frank King, heartily. 'Which is your club?'
'The Waterloo. They call it that because it isn't in Waterloo Place.
It's in Regent Street.'
'All right,' said the other; but instantly he began to pursue his
inquiries. 'Yes, I heard of you and your family from the Strathernes.
There have been great changes since I left England. Your eldest sister
is married, is she not?'
'You mean Moll: yes. They live in towna small house back there in
Mayfair. He used to be a richer man,' observed Mr. Tom,
contemplatively, 'before he took silk.'
'But they are going to make him a judge, I hear.'
'Faith, then, I hope he'll never have to try me,' said Mr. Tom, with
an air of conviction. 'He and I never could hit it off. I hate pompous
people, and people who give themselves airs. Now, I took a liking to
you the first five minutes I saw you.'
Captain King was dutifully grateful for this condescension. He said
he also hated pompous peoplehe couldn't bear them. And then he asked
about Tom's sister Edith.
'She's engaged to be married, isn't she?'
'It's my belief,' said Mr. Tom, with a smile, 'that she has engaged
herself to both of them, just to make sure; and that she can't make up
her mind which to send off. I don't wonder at her pulling a wry mouth
about having to marry a soda-water manufacturer; but Soda-water isn't
half a bad sort of fellow, and he is fearfully rich. You see he is
particularly beaming just now, for there have been two or three blazing
hot summers running, and the demand must have been tremendous. Then
young Thynne, he's no end of a swell, no doubt; but you may be cousin
to all kinds of earls and dukes without their giving you anything. I
should fancy his father lets him have two or three hundred a year. I
should like to see the Sentimental get along with that! You can't live
on a fellow's ancestry. I think she should take Soda-water, even if he
hasn't got anything like a father to speak of. And even if he hasn't
got a fatherthis was what Nan saidhe might be equally sans père
et sans reproche.'
'It was your sister Anne said that, was it?' remarked Frank King,
'That was in her saucy days,' said Mr. Tom, sadly. 'It's quite
different now. Now she's on the pious lay.'
'The what?' said Frank King. It was clear that, however Mr. Tom had
altered, he had not chosen to improve his manner of speech.
'Oh, High Church and reredoses,' said the irreverent youth. 'Silver
embroideries, don't you know, and visiting the poor, and catching all
sorts of confounded infection. And then I suppose she'll end by
marrying that curate that's always about the house. What a shame it is!
She used to be such a brick. And to go and marry a curate.'
'I heard of that, too,' said Captain Frank, with a bit of a sigh. It
was indeed among the first things he had heard after returning to
By this time they had reached Mr. Tom's club, which was pleasantly
situated at a corner of the great thoroughfare, so that it had from its
coffee-room windows a spacious view, and was altogether a light and
cheerful sort of place.
'But you don't ask about the Baby,' said Mr. Tom, as he was entering
his friend's name in the strangers' bookthe Waterloo being a
hospitable little club that allowed visitors to come in at any hour.
'And the Baby is in a hole.'
'Well, it must be a sad thing for a baby to be in a hole; but I
don't quite understand,' said Captain King.
'Don't you remember the Baby? The youngestMadge?'
'Oh. Well, I only saw her once, I think. What is the matter with
'First pick out what you want for lunch, and then I'll tell you.'
This was easily done; and the two friends sat down at a small
window-table, which enabled them to glance out at the passing crowd,
and even as far as the Duke of York's column and the tops of the trees
in St. James's Park.
'You see my sisters have all been wards in Chancery. I was also,'
said Mr. Tom, with a slight blush; for he was no more than six months
escaped from tutelage. 'I suppose the executors funked something about
my father's will; at all events, they flung the whole thing in. Well,
no great harm has come of it; not so much cost or worry as you would
expect. Only the girls have had bad times of it about their
sweethearts. I mean the Baby'
'The Baby! How old is she?'
'Eighteen; and uncommonly good-looking, I think. Have some sherry.
Well, the Baby made the acquaintance at somebody's house of a young
fellowson of a barristernot a farthing but what he picks up at
pool. I don't think she meant anythingI don't a bit. There's a lot of
that kind of nonsense goes on down there: Nan is the only one who has
kept clear out of it. Well, the guardians didn't see it; and they went
to the Court, and they got the Vice-Chancellor to issue an order
forbidding young Hanbury from having any sort of communication with
Madge. Now, you know, if you play any games with an order of that sort
hanging over you, it's the very devil. It is. Won't you have some
'And how is Miss Madge affected by the order?' asked Captain King.
'Oh,' said this garrulous youth, who had entirely forgotten his
cultivated, reticent manner in meeting this old friend, 'she pretends
to be greatly hurt, and thinks it cruel and heart-breaking and all the
rest of it; but that's only her fun, don't you know? She's precious
glad to get out of it, that's my belief; and nobody knew better than
herself he wouldn't do at all. Finished? Come and have a game of
They went upstairs to a long, low-roofed apartment, in which were
two tables. They lit cigars, chose their cues, and fell to work. Frank
King had not played half-a-dozen strokes when Mr. Tom said,
'I will put you on thirty points.'
They played five minutes longer.
'Look here, I will give you another thirty.'
'Sixty in a hundred?' said King, laughing. 'Well, that is rather a
confession of bad play.'
'Oh, as for that,' said Mr. Tom, 'I don't see that a naval officer
should be ashamed of playing badly at billiards. He should be proud of
it. I shan't glory in it if I beat you.'
Mr. Tom was really very friendly. After a couple of games or so he
'Look here, it's nearly four o'clock. I am going down to Brighton by
the 4.30. Will you come down and see my mother and the girls? I am
afraid we can't put you up; but you can get a bedroom at the Norfolk or
Prince's; and we dine at eight.'
Frank King hesitated for a minute or two. Ever since he had come to
England he had had a strange wish to see Nan Beresford, even though he
had heard she was going to be married. He wished to see whether she had
turned out to be what he had predicted to himself; whether she retained
those peculiar distinctions of character and expression and manner that
had so attracted him; somehow he thought he would like just to shake
hands with her for a moment, and see once before him those clear,
blue-gray, shy, humorous eyes. But this proposal was too sudden. His
heart jumped with a quick dismay. He was not prepared.
Nevertheless, Tom Beresford insisted. Was Captain King staying at a
hotel? No; he had got a bedroom in Cleveland Row. That was the very
thing; they could stop the hansom there on their way to Victoria
Station. The girls would be glad to see him. They had always been
watching his whereabouts abroad, in the Admiralty appointments in the
At last, with some little unexpressed dread, Frank King consented;
and together they made their way to Victoria Station.
'You know,' said Mr. Tom, apologetically, in the Pullman, 'I've been
talking a lot about my sisters; but I tell you honestly I don't see any
girls to beat them anywhere. I don't. The Sentimental is rather stupid,
perhaps; but then she scores by her music. Nan's the one for my money,
though. She isn't the prettiest; but set her down at any dinner table,
and you can lay odds on her against the field. I believe there are a
dozen old gentlemen who have got her name in their willnot that she
cares for worldly things any moreit is all sanctity now. I wish to
goodness somebody would'
But Mr. Tom had a little discretion. He said no more.
'I suppose they are all very much changed in appearance,' Frank King
said, thoughtfully. 'I shouldn't be surprised if I scarcely recognised
'Oh, yes, they are. And I will confess that Nan has improved in one
way. She isn't as cheeky as she used to be; she's awfully
good-naturedshe'd do anything for you. When I get into trouble, I
know Nan will be my sheet-anchor.'
'Then I hope the cable will hold,' said Frank King.
They reached Brighton. Tom Beresford found his companion strangely
silent and preoccupied. The fact was that Captain Frank was very
unusually agitated. He hoped she might not be alone. Then he strove to
convince himself that she must be quite altered now. She must be quite
different from the young girl who walked up the Splügen Pass with him.
Then she was scarcely over seventeen; now she was over twenty. He would
see some one he might fail to recognise; not the Nan of former days;
not the Nan that had long ago enchained him with her frank odd ways,
and her true eyes.
They drove first to a hotel, and secured a bed; then they went to
Brunswick Terrace. When they went upstairs to the drawing-room, they
found it empty.
'They can't be all out,' said Mr. Tom; 'I'll go and find them.'
He left; and Captain Frank began to try to quiet down this
uncalled-for perturbation. Why should he fear to see her? The past was
over. Never was any decision given more irrevocably; even if there had
been any question as to an open future, that had been disposed of by
the news that had met him on his return to England. It ought only to be
a pleasure to him to see her. He thought she would welcome him in a
kind way; and he would show her that he quite accepted circumstances as
they were. Onlyand this he kept repeating to himselfhe must expect
to be disillusionised. Nan would no longer be that former Nan. Some of
the freshness and the young wonder would be gone; she would be eligible
as a friend; that, on the whole, was better.
Well, the door opened, and he turned quickly, and then his heart
jumped. No; she had not changed at all, he said to himself, as she
advanced towards him with a smile and a frankly extended hand. The same
pleasant eyes, the same graceful, lithe figure, the same soft voice, as
'Oh, how do you do, Captain King?'
And yet he was bewildered. There was something strange.
'II am very glad to see you again, Miss Anne,' he stammered.
She looked at him for a moment, puzzled, and then she said, with a
'Oh, but I'm not Nan. I see you have forgotten me. I'm Madge.'
CHAPTER XII. NEW POSSIBILITIES.
'Many people have told me I am very like what Nan used to be,'
continued Miss Madge, pleasantly. 'And there is a photograph of
her. Let me see, where is it?'
She went to a table and opened an album, his eyes following her with
wonder and a vague bewildered delight. For this was a new acquisition
to the worldanother Nan, a Nan free from all hateful ties, a Nan not
engaged to be married. Presently she returned with a card in her hand.
'It was taken at Rome the time Nan went to Italy. That's more than
three years now. I think myself it is like me, though it is rather too
young for me.'
It was indeed remarkably like this Madge who now stood beside him.
But yet sure enough it was Nanthe Nan that he remembered walking
about the brilliant hot gardens at Bellagio. Here she was standing at a
table, her head bent down, her hand placed on an open book. It was a
pretty attitude, but it hid Nan's eyes.
'Yes, it would do capitally as a portrait of you,' he said quickly;
'no wonder I was mistaken. And your sister Edith, has she grown up to
be like your eldest sister in the same way?'
'Oh no; Edith never was like the rest of us. Edith is dark, you
Any further discussion of Miss Edith's appearance was stopped by the
entrance of that young lady herself, who was preceded by her mamma.
Lady Beresford received Captain King very kindly, and repeated her
son's invitation that he should dine with them that evening. And had he
seen the Strathernes since his return? And how long did he propose
remaining in Brighton? And which hotel was he staying at?
The fact is, Captain King was still a little bewildered. He answered
as he best could Lady Beresford's questions, and also replied to some
profound remarks of Miss Edith's concerning the rough weather in the
Channel; but all the time his eyes were inadvertently straying to the
younger girl, who had gone to restore Nan's portrait to its place, and
he was astonished to see how this family likeness could extend even to
the pose of the figure and the motion of the hand. He could almost have
believed now that that was Nan there, only he had been told that the
real Nanno doubt very much alteredwas for the time being staying
with some friends at Lewes.
In due time he went away to his hotel to dress for dinneran
operation that was somewhat mechanically performed. He was thinking
chiefly of what Mr. Tom had told him at the Waterloo Club concerning
the young gentleman who had been warned off by the Vice-Chancellor. He
had taken little interest in the story then; now he was anxious to
recollect it. Certainly Miss Madge did not seem to have suffered much
from that separation.
When he returned to Brunswick Terrace he found that the only other
guest of the evening had arrived, and was in the drawing-room with the
family. From the manner in which this gentleman held himself aloof from
Miss Edith, and did not even speak to her or appear to recognise her
presence, Frank King concluded that he must be Miss Edith's suitorno
other, indeed, than the person whom Mr. Tom had called Soda-water.
Soda-water, if this were he, was a man of about five-and-thirty, of
middle height, fresh complexioned and of wiry build, looking more like
an M. F. H., in fact, than anything else. His clothes seemed to fit
well, but perhaps that was because he had a good figure. In the middle
of his spacious shirt front shone a large opal, surrounded with small
Captain King had the honour of taking Lady Beresford down to dinner,
and he sat between her and Miss Madge. It soon became apparent that
there was going to be no lack of conversation. John Roberts, the
soda-water manufacturer, was a man who had a large enjoyment of life,
and liked to let people know it, though without the least ostentation
or pretence on his part. He took it for granted that all his neighbours
must necessarily be as keenly interested as himself in the horse he had
ridden that morning to the meet of the Southdown foxhounds, and in the
run from Henderley Wood through the Buxted covers to Crowborough
village. But then he was not at all bound up in either foxhounds or
harriers. He was as deeply interested as any one present in the
fancy-dress ball of the next week, and knew all the most striking
costumes that were being prepared. No matter what it was,old oak, the
proposed importation of Chinese servants, port wine, diamonds, black
Wedgwood, hunters, furred driving coats, anything, in short, that was
sensible, and practical, and English, and conduced to man's solid
comfort and welfare in this far too speculative and visionary
world,he talked about all such things with vigour, precision, and
delight. The substantial, healthy look of him was something in a room.
Joy radiated from him. When you heard him describe how damsons could
best be preserved, you could make sure that there was a firm and
healthy digestion; he was not one of the wretched creatures who prolong
their depressed existence by means of Angostura bitters, and only wake
up to an occasional flicker of life at the instigation of sour
This talk of the joyous Roberts was chiefly addressed to Lady
Beresford, so it gave Frank King plenty of opportunity of making the
acquaintance of Nan's youngest sister. And she seemed anxious to be
very pleasant and kind to him. She wanted to know all about Kingscourt,
and what shooting they had had. She told him how they passed the day at
Brighton, and incidentally mentioned that they generally walked on the
pier in the morning.
'But you won't be going to-morrow, will you?' he said quickly.
'Why not?' she said.
'I am afraid the weather promises to be wild. The wind is
south-west, and freshening. Listen!'
There was a faint, intermittent, monotonous rumble outside, that
told of the breaking of the sea on the beach.
'That ground swell generally comes before a storm,' he said. 'I
thought it looked bad as I came along.'
'Why should you prophesy evil?' she said, petulantly.
'Oh, well, let us look at the chances on the other side,' he said,
with good-humour. 'The best of Brighton is that there is nothing to
catch and hold the clouds: so, with a fresh southerly wind you may have
them blown away inland, and then you will have breaks of fine weather.
And then the streets dry up quickly in Brighton.'
'But all that means that it's going to be a wet day,' she said, as
if he were responsible.
'With breaks, I hope,' he answered, cheerfully. 'And then, you know,
living at Brighton, you ought to be half a sailoryou shouldn't mind a
'Oh, but I do,' she said. 'It's all very well for Nan to get on her
thick boots and her waterproof and go splashing away across ploughed
fields. I wonder what the house would be like if every one went on in
that way, and came home all over mud.'
However, Madge soon repented of her petulance, and was quite
attentively kind to the new guest, even reproving him for not attending
to his dinner, and letting things pass.
Dinner over, Mr. Tom took his mother's seat, and somewhat grandly
sent round the wine. As nobody took any, and as starting subjects of
interest was not Mr. Tom's strong point, he suddenly proposed that they
should go into the billiard-room and send for the girls. This was
acceded to at once.
Now billiards is a game in which a good deal of favour can be shown,
in a more or less open way. Mr. Tom, having no one of sufficient skill
to match himself against, chose to mark, and directed the remaining
four to have a double-handed game. Mr. Roberts immediately declared
that Madge and himself would play Captain King and Miss Edith. This was
assented to in silence, though Madge did not look well pleased, and the
Very soon Mr. Tom said
'What's the matter with you, Madge? Are you playing dark? Have you
got money on?'
Frank King followed Madge, and it was most extraordinary how she was
always missing by a hairsbreadth, and leaving balls over pockets.
'What do you mean, Madge?' Mr. Tom protested. 'Why didn't you put
the white ball in and go into baulk?'
'I don't play Whitechapel,' said Madge, proudly.
Frank King and his partner seemed to be getting on very well;
somehow, Madge and the joyous Roberts did not score.
'Look here,' said Mr. Tom, addressing the company at large after she
had missed an easy shot, 'she's only humbugging; she's a first-rate
player; she could give any one of you thirty in a hundred and make you
wish you had never been born. I say it's all humbug; she's a first-rate
player. Why, she once beat me, playing even!'
But even this protest did not hinder Frank King and Edith coming out
triumphant winners; and Madge did not seem at all depressed by her
defeat, though she said apologetically to Mr. Roberts that one could
not play one's best always.
Mr. Tom perceived that this would not do, so he fell back on pool
(penny and sixpenny), so that each should fight for his own hand. He
himself took a ball, but, being strong and also magnanimous, would have
no more than two lives.
Here, however, a strange thing happened. Frank King's ball was
yellow, Madge's green, Mr. Tom's brown. Now, by some mysterious
process, that yellow ball was always in a commanding position near the
middle of the table, while, when Mr. Tom came to play, the green ball
was as invariably under a cushion.
'Well, you are a sniggler, Madge,' said her brother, becoming very
angry. 'You play for not a single thing but the cushion. I didn't think
you cared so much for twopence-halfpenny in coppers.'
'How can I play out when you follow?' said Madge; but even that
flattery of his skill was unavailing.
'Wait a bit,' said he; 'I'll catch you. You can't always sniggle
successfully. Even Roberts himselfI beg your pardon Mr. Roberts, it
was the other Roberts I meantcouldn't always get under the cushion.
Wait a bit.'
There was no doubt that Madge was a most provoking and persistent
sniggler. She would play for nothing, and the consequence was that
Frank King, to his own intense astonishment, found himself possessed of
his original three lives, while everybody else's lives were slowly
dwindling down. She played with such judgment, indeed, that Mr. Tom at
length got seriously angry, and began to hit wildly at the green ball
in the savage hope of fluking it, the inevitable result being that he
ran in himself twice, and departed from the game, and from the room
too, saying he was going to smoke a cigar.
Then these four diverged into various varieties of the game, in all
of which Madge was Frank King's champion and instructress; and he was
very grateful to her, and tried to do his best, though he was chiefly
engaged in thinking that her clear blue-gray eyes were so singularly
like Nan's eyes. Indeed, Madge had now to put forth all her skill, for
he and she were playing partners against the other two, and it was but
little help she got from him.
'I am very sorry,' he said to her, after making a fearfully bad
shot. 'I ought to apologise.'
'At all events, don't always leave the red ball over a pocket,' she
said, sharply; but that may have been less temper than an evidence that
she was really in earnest about the game.
Moreover, they came out victors after all, and she was greatly
pleased; and she modestly disclaimed what he said about her having done
all the scoring, and said she thought he played very well considering
how few opportunities he must have had of practising. As she said
solooking frankly towards himhe thought that was just the way Nan
would have spoken. The pleasant and refined expression of the mouth was
just the same, and there was the same careless grace of the fair hair
that escaped from its bonds in fascinating tangles. He thought her face
was a little less freckled than Nan'sperhaps she did not brave the
sunlight and the sea air so much.
The evening passed with a wonderful rapidity; when Mr. Tom came back
again into the room, followed by a servant bringing seltzer-water and
things, they found it was nearly eleven.
'I must bid your mamma good-night and be off,' said Frank King to
'Oh,' she said, 'it is unnecessary; mamma goes to her room early.
She will make her excuses to you to-morrow.'
In an instant the pale, pretty face had flushed up.
'I mean when you call again, if you are not going back to London at
once,' she stammered.
'Oh no,' he said quite eagerly, 'I am not going back to London at
once; I may stay here some little time. And, of course, I shall call
and see your mamma again if I mayperhaps to-morrow.'
'Then we may see you again,' she said pleasantly, as she offered him
her hand. 'Good-night; Edith and I will leave you to your billiards and
cigars. And I hope your prophecies are not going to interfere with our
morning walk to-morrow. When there is a heavy sea coming in you see it
very well from the New Pier. Good-night.'
Miss Madge went upstairs to her room, but instead of composing her
mind to sleep, she took out writing materials and wrote this letter:
'Dear old Mother NanYou won't guess who is below at this
moment11 p.m.playing billiards with Tom and Mr. Roberts. Captain
King. If I were he I would call myself Holford King, for that sounds
better. Edith says he is greatly improved, and she always said he was
nice-looking. I think he is improved. He was not in uniform, of course,
which was a pity, for I remember him before; but at all events he wore
neat, plain gold studs, and not a great big diamond or opal. I can't
bear men wearing jewels like that; why don't they wear a string of
pearls round their neck? I have been in such a fright. H. sent me a
letternot in his own handwriting. Isn't it silly? I don't want my
name in the papers. Tom says they will put him in prison like winking
if he is not careful. It is stupid; and of course I shall not answer
it, or have anything to do with him. Mr. Roberts dined here this
evening. I think he has too much to say for himself. I like quiet and
gentlemanly men. Captain King and his party got 135 pheasants last
Thursday, to say nothing of hares and rabbits; so I suppose they have
good shooting. I wish they would ask Tom. C. J. has disappeared
from Brighton, so far as I can make out; and I beleive (sic) he
is haunting the neighbourhood of Lewes, looking out for a certain old
Mother Hubbard. Happily he has got nothing to fear from the Chancery
people: I suppose they daren't interfere with the Church. My sealskin
coat has come back; it is beautiful now, and I have got a hat and
feather exactly the same colour as my Indian red skirt, so I think they
will go very well together. The sealskin looks blacker than it was. The
sea is rough to-night, but I hope to get down the Pier to-morrow
morning. Brighton is fearfully crowded just now, and you should come
away from that sleepy old Lewes, and have a look at your friends.
Good-night, dear Nan. MADGE.'
CHAPTER XIII. ORMUZD AND AHRIMAN.
The woman is not born who can quite forget the man who has once
asked her to become his wife, even though at the moment she may have
rejected the offer without a thought of hesitation. Life with her, as
with all of us, is so much a matter of experiment, and so rarely turns
out to be what one anticipated, that even when she is married, and
surrounded with children, husband, and friends, she cannot but at times
bethink herself of that proposal, and wonder what would have happened
if she had accepted it. Would her own life have been fuller, happier,
less occupied with trivial and sordid cares? Would he have become as
great and famous if she had married him, and hampered him with early
ties? Might not shesupposing things to have gone the other wayhave
saved him from utter ruin, and have given him courage and hope? After
all, there is nothing more important in the world than human happiness;
and as the simple 'Yes' or 'No' of maidenhood may decide the happiness
of not one but two lives, that is why it is a matter of universal
interest in song and story; and that is why quite elderly people,
removed by half a century from such frivolities themselves, but
nevertheless possessed of memory and a little imagination, and still
conscious that life has been throughout a puzzle and a game of chance,
and that even in their case it might have turned out very differently,
find themselves awaiting with a strange curiosity and anxiety the
decision of some child of seventeen, knowing no more of the world than
a baby dormouse.
On the other hand, the woman who does not marry is still less likely
to forget such an offer. Here, plainly enough, was a turning-point in
her life; what has happened since she owes to her decision then. And as
an unmarried life is naturally and necessarily an unfulfilled life,
where no great duty or purpose steps in to stop the gap, it is but
little wonder if in moments of disquietude or unrest the mind should
travel away in strange speculations, and if the memory of a particular
person should be kept very green indeed. Nan Beresford, at the age of
twenty, would have been greatly shocked if you had told her that during
the past three years she had been almost continually thinking about the
young sailor whom she had rejected at Bellagio. Had she not been most
expliciteven eagerly explicit? Had she not experienced an
extraordinary sense of relief when he was well away from the place, and
when she could prove to herself in close self-examination that she was
in no way to blame for what had occurred? She was a little sorry for
him, it is true; but she could not believe that it was a very serious
matter. He would soon forget that idle dream in the brisk realities of
his profession, and he would show that he was not like those other
young men who came fluttering round her sisters with their simmering
sentimentalities and vain flirtations. Above all, she had been
explicit. That episode was over and closed. It was attached to
Bellagio; leaving Bellagio, they would leave it also behind. And she
was glad to get away from Bellagio.
Yes; Nan would have been greatly shocked if you had told her that
during these three years she had been frequently thinking of Frank
Kingexcept, of course, in the way any one may think of an officer in
Her Majesty's Navy, whose name sometimes appears in the Admiralty
appointments in the newspapers. Her mind was set on far other and
higher things. It was the churches and pictures of Italy that began
itthe frescoes in the cloisters, the patient sculpture, telling of
the devotion of lives, even the patient needlework on the altars. She
seemed to breathe the atmosphere of an Age of Faith. And when, after a
long period of delightful reverie abroad, and mystical enjoyment of
music and architecture and painting, all combining to place their
noblest gifts at the service of religion, she returned to her familiar
home in Brighton, some vague desire still remained her heart that she
might be able to make something beautiful of her life, something less
selfish and worldly than the lives of most she saw around her. And it
so happened that among her friends those who seemed to her most earnest
in their faith and most ready to help the poor and the sufferingthose
who had the highest ideals of existence and strove faithfully to reach
thesewere mainly among the High Church folk. Insensibly she drew
nearer and nearer to them. She took no interest at all in any of the
controversies then raging about the position of the Ritualists in the
Church of England; it was persons, not principles, that claimed her
regard; and when she saw that So-and-so and So-and-so in her own small
circle of friends were living, or striving to live, pure and noble and
self-sacrificing lives, she threw in her lot with them, and she was
warmly welcomed. For Nan was popular in a way. All that acerbity of her
younger years had now ripened into a sort of sweet and tolerant
good-humour. Tom Beresford called her a Papist, and angrily told her to
give up 'that incense-dodge;' but he was very fond of her all the same,
and honoured her alone with his confidence, and would have no one say
any ill of her. Nay, for her sake he consented to be civil to the Rev.
Of Charles Jacomb it needs only be said at present that he had
recently been transferred to an extremely High Church at Brighton from
an equally High Church in a large, populous, and poor parish in the
south-east of London, where the semi-Catholic services had succeeded in
attracting a considerable number of people, who otherwise would
probably have gone to no church at all. It was his description of his
work in this neighbourhood that had won for him the respect and warm
esteem of Nan Beresford. The work was hard. The services were almost
continuous; there was a great deal of visitation to be got through; in
these labours he naturally ran against cases of distress that no human
being could withstand; and he had 60 pounds a year. Moreover, there
were no delicate compensations such as attend the labours of curates in
some more favoured places. There was notMr. Jacomb emphatically
remarkedthere was not a gentleman in the parish. When he went to
Brighton he had considerably less work, and a great deal more of
dinners and society, and pleasant attentions. And Mr. Jacomb, while he
was a devoted, earnest, and hard-working priest, was also an
Englishman, and liked his dinner, and that was how he became acquainted
with the Beresfords, and gradually grew to be an intimate friend of the
family. His attentions to Nan were marked, and she knew it. She knew,
although he had said nothing to her about it, that he wished her to be
his wife; and though she would rather have been enabled to devote her
life to some good end in some other way, was not this the only way open
to her? By herself, she was so helpless to do anything. So many of her
friends seemed to cultivate religion as a higher species of emotiona
sort of luxurious satisfaction that ended with themselves. Nan wanted
to do something. If Mr. Jacomb had still been in the south-east of
London, working on his 60 pounds a year, Nan would have had no doubt as
to what she ought to do.
But Nan had very serious doubt; more than that, she sometimes broke
down, and delivered herself over to the devil. At such times a strange
yearning would take possession of her; the atmosphere of exalted
religious emotion in which she lived would begin to feel stifling; at
all costs, she would have to get out of this hot-house, and gain a
breath of brisk sea air. And then she would steal away like a guilty
thing on one of her long land cruises along the coast; and she would
patiently talk to the old shepherds on the downs, and wait for their
laconic answers; and she would make observations to the coastguardsmen
about the weather; and always her eyes, which were very clear and
long-sighted, were on the outlook for Singing Sal. Then if by some rare
and happy chance she did run across that free-and-easy vagrant, they
always had a long chat togetherSal very respectful, the young lady
very matter-of-fact; and generally the talk came round to be about
sailors. Nan Beresford had got to know the rig of every vessel that
sailed the sea. Further than that, she herself was unaware that every
morning as she opened the newspaper she inadvertently turned first of
all to the 'Naval and Military Intelligence,' until
she had acquired an extraordinary knowledge of the goings and
comings and foreign stations of Her Majesty's ships. And if she
sometimes reflected that most officers were transferred to home
stations for a time, or took their leave in the ordinary way, and also
that she had never heard of Captain Kingfor she saw he had been made
Commander on account of some special servicebeing in England, was it
not natural that she might have a secret consciousness that she was
perhaps responsible for his long banishment?
But these solitary prowls along the coast, and these conferences
with Singing Sal, were wrong; and she knew they were wrong; and she
went back to the calmer atmosphere of those beautiful services in which
the commonplace, vulgar world outside was forgotten. She grew, indeed,
to have a mysterious feeling that to her the Rev. Charles Jacomb
personified religion, and that Singing Sal, in like manner, was a sort
of high priestess of Nature; and that they were in deadly antagonism.
They were Ormuzd and Ahriman. She was a strangely fanciful young woman,
and she dwelt much on this thing, until, half fearing certain untoward
doubts and promptings of her heart, she began to think that if now and
at once Mr. Jacomb would only ask her to be his wife, she would avoid
all perils and confusions by directly accepting him, and so decide her
future for ever.
But that morning that brought her Madge's letter saying that Captain
Frank King was in Brighton, Nan was singularly disturbed. She was
staying with the Rev. Mr. Clark and his wifean old couple who liked
to have their house brightened occasionally by the presence of some one
of younger years. They were good peoplevery, very good; and a little
tedious. Nan, however, was allowed considerable liberty, and was
sometimes away the whole day from breakfast-time till dinner.
Madge had written her letter in a hurry; but did not post it, in her
inconsequential fashion, until the afternoon of the next day, so that
Nan got it on the morning of the following day. She read and re-read
it; and then, somehow, she wanted to think about it in the openunder
the wide skies, near the wide sea. She wanted to go outand think. And
she was a little bit terrified to find that her heart was beating fast.
She made some excuse or other after breakfast, and departed. It was
a clear, beautiful December morning, the sun shining brilliantly on the
evergreens and on the red houses of the bright, clean, picturesque,
English-looking old town. She went down to the station, and waited for
the first train going to Newhaven. When it came in, she took her place,
and away the train went, at no breakneck speed, down the wide valley of
the Ouse, which, even on this cold December morning, looked pleasant
and cheerful enough. For here and there the river caught a steely-blue
light from the sky overhead; and the sunshine shone along the round
chalk hills; and there were little patches of villages far away among
the dusk of the leafless trees, where the church spire rising into the
blue seemed to attract the wheeling of pigeons. To Nan it was all a
familiar scene; she frequently spent the day in this fashion.
Nan was now three years older than when we last saw her at Bellagio.
Perhaps she had not grown much prettierand she never had great
pretensions that way; but along with the angularity, so to speak, of
her ways of thinking, she had also lost the boniness of her figure. She
was now more fully formed, though her figure was still slender and
graceful; and she had acquired a grave and sweet expression, that spoke
of a very kindly, humorous, tolerant nature within. Children came to
her readily; and she let them pull her hair. She was incapable of a
harsh judgment. The world seemed beautiful to her; and she enjoyed
livingespecially when she was on the high downs overlooking the sea.
This getting out into the open was on this occasion a great relief
to her. She argued with herself. What did it matter to her whether
Frank King were in Brighton, or even that he had been at the house in
Brunswick Terrace, dining, and playing billiards? He had probably
forgotten that ever he had been at Bellagio. She was glad the weather
was fine. No doubt her sisters would soon be setting out for their
morning stroll down the pier.
Nan had taken her ticket for Newhaven Wharf, with a vague intention
of walking from thence by the short cut to Seaford, and from Seaford to
Alfriston, and so back to Lewes. However, when the train stopped she
thought she would have a look at the harbour, and very pretty and
bright and busy it appeared on this clear morning; the brass and copper
of the steamers all polished up, flags flying, the sun brilliant on the
green water of the estuary and on the blue water of the ponds beyond
that were ruffled with the wind. Then, just below her, came in the
ferry-boat. She thought she would cross (though that was not the way to
Seaford). When she got to the other side, the slopes leading up to the
fort seemed temptingly high; she knew that from the summit of the downs
this morning one would have a splendid view. And so, perhaps from mere
habit, she took the old familiar roadpast the coastguard station,
past the pools of ruffled water, up the valley by the farmstead, and so
on to the high and solitary downs overlooking the wide moving, shining
Brighton ought to be fair and beautiful on such a morning as this;
perhaps by-and-by she might come to have a glimpse of the pale yellow
terraces of the distant town. No doubt by this time Edith and Madge
were on the pierMadge with her red skirt and black sealskin coat.
Madge always dressed smartlyperhaps even a trifle boldly. The band
would be playing now. In the sheltered places it would be almost warm;
there you could sit down and talk and watch the ships go by. She
supposed that in course of time they would go back for luncheon. That
was always a merry meal at home. They generally had visitors whom they
had met casuallyon the pier, or in the King's Road.
So Nan was thinking and dreaming as she walked idly along, when her
attention was suddenly arrested by a sound as of music. She looked
round; there was no human being in sight; and the telegraph wires,
which sometimes deceived the ear, were far too far away. Then as she
went on again, she discovered whence the sound proceededfrom a little
wooden hut facing the sea, which had probably been erected there as a
shelter for the coastguardsmen. As she drew nearer, she recognised the
staccato twanging of a guitar; so she made sure this was Singing Sal.
She drew nearer stillher footsteps unheard on the smooth turfand
then she discovered that Sal was singing away to herself, not for
amusement, as was her wont, but for practice. There were continual
repetitions. Nan got quite close to the hut, and listened.
Singing Sal was doing her very best. She was singing with very great
effect; and she had a hard, clear voice that could make itself heard,
if it was not of very fine quality. But what struck Nan was the clever
fashion in which this woman was imitating the Newcastle burr. It was a
pitman's song, with a refrain something like this
Ho thy way, my bonnie bairn,
Ho thy way, upon my airm,
Ho thy way, thou still may learn
To say Dada sae bonnie.
It was very clear that Sal was proud of her performance; and she had
a good right to be, for she had caught the guttural accent to
perfection. For the rest it was an instructive song to be sung as a
lullaby to a child; for this was what Nan more or less made out amid
the various experiments and repetitions:
Oh, Johnnie is a clever lad;
Last neet he fuddled all he had;
This morn he wasna very bad;
He looked the best of ony!
When Johnnie's drunk he'll tak a knife,
And threaten sair to hae my life:
Wha wadna be a pitman's wife,
To hae a lad like Johnnie!
Yonder's Johnnie coming noo;
He looks the best of a' the crew!
They've all gone to the barley moo,
To hae a glass wi' Johnny.
So let's go get the bacon fried,
And let us mak a clean fireside,
And when he comes he will thee ride
Upon his knee sae cannie.
Ho thy way, my bonnie bairn,
Ho thy way, upon my airm,
Ho thy way, thou still may learn
To say Dada sae bonnie!
But this was likely to go on for ever; so Nan quietly stepped round
to the door of the hut, where she found Singing Sal sitting on the
little cross bench, entirely occupied with her guitar and the new song.
When she looked up, on finding the door darkened, she did not scream;
her nerves were not excitable.
'Oh, dear me, is it you, Miss?' she said. 'No wonder I did not hear
ye; for I was making enough noise myself. I hope you are very well,
Miss; it is many a day since I have seen you on the downs.'
'I have been living in Lewes for some time,' said Nan. 'I have been
listening to the song you were singing. That is not the kind of song
that sailors like, is it?'
So they had begun about sailors again; and the good genius Ormuzd
was clean forgotten.
 A corruption, I am told, of 'haud thy way''hold on thy way.'
The song is a common one in the North of England.
CHAPTER XIV. AT HOME.
All that night, as Frank King had feared, a heavy gale from the
south-west raged furiously; the wind shaking the houses with violent
gusts; the sea thundering along the beach. But in the morning, when
Brighton awoke, it found that the worst of the storm had passed over,
leaving only a disturbed and dangerous look about the elements, and
also a singular clearness in the air, so that the low hard colours of
water and land and sky were strangely intense and vivid. Near the shore
the sea had been beaten into a muddy brown; then that melted into a
cold green farther out; and that again deepened and deepened until it
was lost in a narrow line of ominous purple, black just where the sea
met the vague and vaporous gray sky. In fact, at this moment, the
seaward view from any Brighton window resembled nothing so much as an
attempt at water-colour that a schoolgirl has got into a hopeless mess
through washing and washing away at her skies, until she has got her
heaviest colour smudged over the horizon-line.
But then that was only temporary. Every few minutes another change
would steal over this strange, shifting, clear, dark world. Sometimes a
long streak of sunny greenas sharp as the edge of a knifefar out at
sea told that there was some unseen rift declaring itself overhead in
that watery sky. Then a pale grayness would come up from the south-west
and slowly cover over Worthing as with a veil; and then again that
could be seen to go trailing away inland, and the long spur beyond the
bay appear blacker than ever. Sometimes too, as if in contrast with all
these cold hard tones and colours, a wonder of light would slowly
concentrate on the far cliffs in the east, until Seaford Head became a
mass of glorified golden white, hung apparently between sea and sky.
Altogether, it was not a day to tempt fashionable folk to go out for
their accustomed promenade; and assuredly it was not a day, supposing
them bent on going out, to suggest that they should be too elaborate
about their costume.
Nevertheless, when Miss Madge Beresford came into the billiard-room,
where her brother was patiently practising the spot stroke, her
appearance seemed to produce a great effect.
'Well, we have got on a swagger dress this time!' cried Mr.
Tom, who, though he had never been to Oxford, was a genuine free-trader
in slang, and was ready to import it from anywhere.
He stared at herat her dark Indian-red hat and skirt, and her long
tight-fitting black sealskin coatand she bore the scrutiny patiently.
'You are not going out on a morning like this?' he said, at length.
'There is no rain now; and the streets are quite dry,' pleaded
Madge. 'I know it's going to be fine.'
'It's no use, Baby. There won't be a soul to admire your new dress.
Better go and finish those slippers for me.'
He proceeded with his billiards.
'Won't you come, Tom?' she said. 'I went to the bazaar with you,
when you wanted to see Kate Harman.'
'Wanted to see Kate Harman?' he said, contemptuously. 'Couldn't
anybody see Kate Harman who paid half-a-crown at the door?'
'But I took you up and introduced you to her.'
'Introduced me to her! What introduction do you need at a stall at a
bazaar, except to pay a couple of sovereigns for a shilling's worth of
scent? Who told you I wanted to speak to Kate Harman? I'll tell you
what it is, Baby; it's very unladylike to impute motives.'
'I never did anything of the kind,' said his sister, hotly. 'Never.'
She did not quite understand what accusation had been brought
against her; but she did not like the sound of the word 'unladylike.'
'Very well,' said he, laying down his cue, 'since you say I am
incapable of speaking the truth, I suppose I must go and walk up and
down the pier with you. There's one thing sure: I shan't be stared at.'
So he went and got his hat and cane and gloves, and when he had
buttoned himself all over into the smallest possible compass, he called
for his sister, and together they went out into the gusty, clear,
They had the spacious thoroughfare nearly to themselves, though the
pavements were fairly dry now. For the day was wild-looking still, the
occasional gleam of sunlight was spectral and watery, and a black
shadow melting into a soft gray told of showers falling far away at
sea. At a great many drawing-room windows, coffee-room windows, club
windows, were people standing, their hands behind their back,
apparently uncertain whether or not to venture out. And no doubt some
of these, remarking Tom and Madge Beresford pass, must have thought
they formed a very handsome couplethe tall, well-built young fellow
who looked three-and-twenty, though he was not so much, and the pretty
girl of eighteen who also had a good figure and walked well. Their
features were much alike too; most would have guessed them to be
brother and sister.
'I observe,' remarked Mr. Tom, profoundly, as he gazed with
admiration at his own boots, 'that when I come out with you, Baby, I
have to do all the talking. When I go out with Nan, now, she does it
all and I am amused. It isn't that I am selfish; but a girl come to
your time of lifea woman indeedought to cultivate the art of
amusing people. There is a want of originality about you'
'There is a want of politeness about you,' said Miss Madge, calmly.
'There is not that flow of ideas that helps one to pass the time.
Now that ought to be the business of women. Men who have the hard work
of the world to get through require to be entertained, and women should
make a study of it, and learn to be amusing'
'You won't talk like that to your rich widow,' said his sister,
'when you have to go to her for a cheque.'
'Now, there's what I would call a sort of vacuity in your mind,' he
continued, bending his cane from time to time on the pavement, 'that
might be filled up with something. You might read the newspapers. You
might get to know that a Conservative Government and a Liberal
Government are not in office at the same timenot generally, at
'Tom,' she said, 'do you think you could get Captain King to come to
the Hunt ball?'
He glanced at her suspiciously.
'Captain King?' said he. 'How do you know I am going to see Captain
King again? How do you know that he did not go back to town this
'Because,' she answered, with her eyes fixed on some distant object,
'because I can see him on the pier.'
Tom Beresford had a quick, dark suspicion that he had been made a
fool of, even while he was lecturing his sister on her ignorance; but
he was not going to admit anything of the kind.
'Yes,' he said, carelessly, 'I fancy that is King coming along. I
hope he won't be gone before we get there; I want him to tell me where
he gets his boots. Mine aren't bad, you know,' he said, glancing
approvingly at these important objects, 'but there's a style about his
that I rather fancy.'
'Don't forget about the ball, Tom,' said his sister; 'it would be
very nice if we could get up a little party amongst ourselves.'
But Tom, as he walked along, continued to glance down at his glazed
boots in a thoughtful and preoccupied manner; it was clear that his
mind was charged concerning them.
Frank King was on the pier, and very few others besides, except the
musicians in their box. He threw away a cigar, and came forward
quickly. His face expressed much pleasure, though he regarded Madge
Beresford with something of timidity.
'I was afraid you would not venture out on such a morning,' he said,
looking at the clear blue-gray eyes that were immediately turned away.
Her manner was civil, but that was all. She shook hands with him, of
course, and regarded him for half a second; but then she turned aside
somewhat, so that he and Tom might talk together. For he was Mr. Tom's
friend, and no doubt they might have something to say to each other
about boots or cigars, or such things.
However, the three of them very soon found themselves walking
together, up towards the end of the empty pier, and Tom was in an
amazingly good humour, and did his best to amuse this new friend. They
sat down where they were sheltered from the gusts of wind, and listened
a little to the music, and talked a great dealthough Madge chiefly
listened. Madge pretended to be mostly interested in the music, and in
the few more people who had now been tempted to come down the pier; but
she knew that while her brother and Captain King were very busy
talking, the latter was very frequently regarding her. What she did not
know was that he was trying to make himself believe that that was Nan
who was sitting there.
Then they went for a stroll again, and they looked at the kiosques,
and they took refuge from a few passing drops of rain; and they hurried
to see a heavy fishing-smack go by the end of the pier, beating out
against the south-westerly wind. And although Frank King again and
again addressed her, as was demanded of him, she did not enter much
into conversation with him. He was Tom's friend, she let it be
understood. Nevertheless, she met his eyes once or twice, and she had a
pleasant and amiable look.
She began to think that there must be something very striking and
attractive about this young sailor, when even her brother Tomwho
seemed to consider that the whole world should wait upon his
highnessso clearly went out of his way to make himself agreeable. Not
only that, but when they had had enough of the pier, and had taken a
stroll or two along the King's Road, bringing the time to nearly one
o'clock, what must Mr. Tom do but insist that Frank King should come in
and lunch with them?
'Well, I will,' said he, 'if you will dine with me at the hotel in
the evening. Dining by yourself at a hotel is not exhilarating.'
'But you'd far better dine with us too,' said Mr. Tom, boldly.
'Oh, I can't do that,' said Frank Kingbut with a slight increase
of colour, which showed that he wished he could. 'Even as it is, I am
afraid Lady Beresford will think it rather cool if I turn up again
'Oh, you don't know what Brighton is at this time of year,' said Mr.
Tom. 'All the resident people like ourselves keep open house, don't you
know? and very glad to. We never know how many are coming in to lunch;
but then they put up with anything; and it's great fun; it's an
occupation for idle people. Then, when you've got a billiard-table,
they can turn to that on wet days. Or Edith can give them some music;
they say she's rather a swell at it. You see, everybody is in Brighton
in December, with friends or in hotels; and, as I say, it's a case of
open house and take your chance.'
'We are more formal, and a little duller, in Wiltshire,' said Frank
King. 'I wish you'd come to Kingscourt for a few days. We haven't shot
the best of the covers yet.'
Those who thought that Tom Beresford was a foolish youth knew
nothing about him. Without a hum or a ha he said
'Yes, I will. When?'
'I'm going back for Christmas. Of course you'll have to stay here
with your sisters. As soon after that as you can manage.'
'I could come to you on the 27th or 28th.'
'That's settled then. I will write and let you know about trains and
As luck, good or ill, would have it, there was no other visitor at
lunch; the party consisting of Lady Beresford, her two daughters, Mr.
Tom, and Captain Frank King. But Mr. Tom was in high spirits over this
prospective visit to Kingscourt, and was most amiable to everybody and
everything; he even said that he himself would go through to Lewes and
fetch Nan home for Christmas.
Now this was odd: that, whenever Nan's name was mentioned, Frank
King always glanced up with a quick look, as if he were surprised. Was
he beginning to believe, then, as he had tried to make himself believe,
that this was the real Nan Beresford now on the other side of the
table? Was he surprised to be reminded of the other Nan far awayand
now no doubt greatly altered from her former self? Madge Beresford was
aware that her neighbour opposite regarded her very frequentlyand she
pretended not to be conscious of it; but once or twice when she looked
up and her eyes met his, she thought there was an oddly wistful or even
puzzled expression in those dark blue eyes that Edith was always
After luncheon Lady Beresford retired to her room, as was her wont;
the two young ladies went upstairs to the drawing-room, and Captain
King accompanied them, for Madge had asked him to advise her about the
rigging of some boats she had been sketching. Mr. Tom remained below to
practise the spot stroke.
In the drawing-room Miss Edith hoped that her playing a little would
not interfere with their artistic pursuits; and Madge went and got her
sketch-book and water-colours, and carried them to a small table at one
of the windows, and sat down. Captain King remained standing.
The sketches, to tell the truth, were as bad as bad could be. They
were all experimental things, done out of her own head, aiming at a
land of the beautiful, unknown to anybody on earth but the
chromo-lithographer. The actual sea was out there, staring her in the
face, and there were boats on the beach and boats on the water; but
instead of trying her hand at anything before her, she must needs
imagine lovely pictures, mostly of blue and pink, with goats perched on
brown crags, and an ill-drawn eagle soaring over an Alpine peak. There
were, however, one or two sketches of mist or moonlight or thunderstorm
that had certainly a weird and eerie effect; but it was not necessary
to tell the spectator that these had been got in moments of impatience
when, after laborious trials at brilliant-hued scenes, the angry artist
had taken up a big brush and washed the whole thing into
chaosthereby, to her astonishment, reaching something, she did not
know exactly what, that was at all events mysterious and harmonious in
But it was the shipping about which she had sought his advice. The
little white dots on blue lakes that were supposed to be feluccas or
barchettas he passed; but when it came to a big sailing-boat lying on a
beach, and that beach presumably Cornish, from the colour of the rocks,
he made a civil and even timid remonstrance.
'I don't think I would have the mast quite in the middle of the
boat, if I were you,' said he, gently.
'I thought it always was,' she saidand yet if she had gone to the
window she might have seen.
'If it is a lugger, you see,' he continued, giving her all sorts of
chances of escape, 'the mast would be at the bow. And if it is a
cutter, you would still have to put the mast farther forward, and give
her a boom and a bowsprit. Or if it is a yawl, then you would have a
little jigger-mast asternabout there'
'Oh, I can't be expected to know things like that,' she said.
'Scientific accuracy isn't wanted. They're only sketches.'
'Yes; oh yes,' he said.
'Won't that boat do?' she demanded.
'Oh yes, it will do,' he said, fearful of offending her. 'It isn't
exactly where they put masts, you know; but then few people know about
boats or care about them.'
She was not very well pleased; but she continued to show him more
sketches, until Mr. Tom came up to see when they were coming to
'I shouldn't have shown you these at all,' she said, 'I don't take
interest in them myself. I would far rather draw and paint flowers; but
we never have any flowers now except those waxen-looking heaths and
that flaming pointsettia over there.'
'What did you call it, Madge?' said Mr. Tom.
'I called it pointsettia,' she said, with dignity.
'Gamekeeper's Greek, I should say,' he remarked, with his hands in
his pockets. 'A cross between a pointer and a setter. You shouldn't use
long words, Madge. Come along down.'
But this mention of flowers put a new idea into the head of Captain
Frank King. That very morning he had passed a window where he had seen
all sorts of beautiful blossoms, many of them lying in cotton
woolpink and white camellias, white hyacinths, scarlet geraniums,
lilies of the valley, and what not. Now might he not be permitted to
send Miss Margaret a selection of these rare blossomsnot as a formal
bouquet at all, but merely for the purposes of painting? They would
simply be materials for an artist; and they would look well in a pretty
basket, on a soft cushion of wool.
CHAPTER XV. A MESSAGE.
Frank King could never exactly define what peculiarities of mind, or
person, or manner it was that had so singularly attracted him in Nan
Beresford, though he had spent many a meditative hour on board ship in
thinking about her. In any case, that boyish fancy was one that a few
years' absence might very well have been expected to cure. But the very
opposite had happened. Perhaps it was the mere hopelessness of the
thing that made him brood the more over it, until it took possession of
his life altogether. He kept resolutely abroad, so that he had but few
chances of falling in love with somebody else, which is the usual
remedy in such cases. When at length he was summoned home, about the
first news that reached him was of Nan's contemplated marriage. He was
not surprised. And when he consented to go down to Brighton with her
brother, it was that he might have just one more glimpse of one whom he
always had known was lost to him. He had nothing to reproach her or
himself with. It was all a misfortune, and nothing more. But his life
had been changed for him by that mere boyish fancy.
Then came that wonderful new hope. Nan was away; Nan was impossible;
but here was the very counterpart of Nan; and why should he not
transfer all that lingering love and admiration from the one sister to
the other who so closely resembled her? It was the prompting of despair
as much as anything else. He argued with himself. He tried to make
himself believe that this was really Nanonly grown a year or so older
than the Nan whom he had last seen at Como. Of course there must be
differences; people changed with the changing years. Sometimes he
turned away, so that he might only hear her; and her voice was like
Now, if Frank King was busy persuading himself that this
transference of affection was not only natural and possible, but indeed
the easiest and simplest thing in the world, it must be admitted that
he obtained every help and encouragement from Madge Beresford herself.
She was more than kind to him; she was attentive; she professed great
respect for his opinions; and she did her best to concealor rather
let us say subdueher bad temper. And they were very much together
during these two or three days. Frank King, being on such intimate
terms of friendship with Mr. Tom, had almost become an inmate of the
house. His being carried off to lunch, when they met him in the
rooming, was a matter of course. Then he watched Madge paint, and
listened to Edith's music; or they all went downstairs and played
billiards, and by that time it was the hour for the afternoon
promenade. It was no matter to them that December afternoons are short,
and sometimes cold; one's health must be preserved despite the weather;
and then again, Brighton looked very picturesque in the gathering dusk,
with the long rows of her golden lamps. To observe this properly,
however, you ought to go out on the pier; and although at that hour at
that time of the year there is not a human being to be found there,
that need not interfere with your appreciation of the golden-lit
Moreover, Mr. Tom was a tyrant. When he had settled that Captain
King might as well remain to dinner, instead of going away to dine by
himself at his hotel, it was no use for Captain King to resist. And
then Tom's invitation, for mere courtesy sake, had to be repeated by
Lady Beresford, and prettily seconded by the two girls. No such
favours, be it observed, were showered on the effervescent Roberts or
on young Thynne; Mr. Tom had taken the sailor suitor under his
protection; there was to be a distinction drawn.
One night, just after Frank King had left, Tom and his sister were
by themselves in the billiard-room.
'I want to speak to you, Madge,' said he, in a tone that meant
'Very well, then.'
'Now, none of your airs and pretence,' he said. 'You needn't try to
'If you would talk English, one might understand you,' she said,
'You understand me well enough. When you were on the pier, this
morning your eyes were just as wide open as anybody's. And again this
afternoon, when you were up on the Marine Parade.'
Madge flushed a little, but said nothing.
'You know as well as anybody that that fellow Hanbury is hanging
about,' said Tom, regarding her with suspicion. 'He is always loitering
round, dodging after you. And I won't have it. I'll write to the Chief
Clerk if he doesn't mind.'
'I don't suppose the Chief Clerk and the Vice-Chancellor and the
whole lot of them,' said Madge, pretending to be much interested in the
tip of her cue, 'can expel a person from Brighton who is doing no
'Doing no harm? If you didn't encourage him, do you think he'd hang
about like that? If he knew distinctly you wanted him to be off, do you
think he'd spend his time slinking about the streets? I believe he has
been writing to you again.'
This was quite a random shot, but it told.
'He sent me one letternot in his own handwriting,' Madge
'Show it to me!'
'I can't. I burned it. I was afraid. Tom, you wouldn't get the poor
fellow into trouble!'
'I've no patience with you!' he said angrily. 'Why can't you be fair
and aboveboard? Why don't you send the fellow about his business at
'Well, I have.'
'Why don't you settle the thing straight? You know Frank King wants
to marry you: anybody can see that. Why don't you have him, and be done
Madge turned away a little, and said with a very pretty smile,
'And so I would, if he would ask me.'
Well, Mr. Tom thought he knew something of the ways of womankind,
from having been brought up among so many; but this fairly took his
breath away. He stared at her. He laid down his cue.
'Well, I'm smashed,' he said at length. And then he added slowly,
'I'm glad I've got nothing to do with you women. I believe you'd roast
any fellow alive, and then cut him into bits for fourpence-half-penny.
It isn't more than three months since you were crying your eyes out
about that fellow Hanbury'
'You were as anxious as any one he should be sent away,' retorted
Madge. 'It appears I can't please every one. Perhaps, on the whole, it
would be as well to continue the game, for I only want three to be
Tom gave up. He continued the game, and played so savagely and so
well that poor Madge never got her three. And he did not recur to that
subject except to say the last thing at night, as the girls were
'Look here, Madge, that fellow Hanbury had better take care.'
'I suppose he can look after himself,' said Madge. 'I have nothing
to do with him. Only you can't expect me not to be sorry for him. And
how am I to send him away when I dare not speak to him? And do you
think the streets of Brighton belong to me?'
Tom again gave up, but was more convinced than ever that women were
strange creatures, who could not be straightforward even when they
tried. From that and similar generalisations, however, he invariably
excepted Nan. Nan did not belong to womankind as considered as a
section of the human race. Nan was Nan.
The next afternoon Captain King called to say good-bye. He found the
girls very busy over Christmas cards. Madge was painting little studies
of flowers for exceptionally favoured people, and she invited him to
look over these.
'They are very pretty,' he said. 'I hope the people who are
fortunate enough to get them will value them. I mean they are not like
ordinary Christmas cards.'
'Oh, if you like them,' said Madge, modestly, 'you might take one
'May I?' he said, regarding her, 'and may I choose the one?'
'Oh yes, certainly,' she answered,
'I know the one I should like to take,' he said, still regarding
her. 'This one.'
It was a little bit of forget-me-not, very nicely paintedfrom
memory. He showed it to her.
'May I take this one with me?' he said.
'Yes,' she answered, in a very low voice, and with her eyes cast
After that there was a brief silence, only broken by the sound of
Miss Edith's pen, that young lady being at the other side of the table
Captain Frank went back to Wiltshire, greatly treasuring that bit of
cardboard, and making it the basis of many audacious guesses at the
future. Nan came home from Lewes for Christmas; and Madge was
particularly affectionate towards her.
'What pretty flowers you have!' Nan said, just after she had
arrivedthe first time, indeed, she went into the dining-room.
'Yes,' Madge answered, 'Captain King sent me flowers once or twice,
and some of them have kept very well. But I wish they wouldn't wire
Nan turned away quickly towards the window, and said nothing.
Then Tom went down to Wiltshire, and was most warmly received at
Kingscourt. Also pretty Mary Coventry, who was still staying in the
house, was kind to this handsome, conceited boy; and he was rather
smitten; but he kept a tight hold on himself.
'No,' he said to himself, 'I'm not going to marry any woman; I know
too much about them.'
He had a royal time of it altogether; but most of all he enjoyed the
quieter days, when he and Frank King went shooting rabbits on the
heath. It was sharp, brisk work in the cold weather, better than
standing in wet ploughed fields outside woods and waiting until both
toes and fingers got benumbed. There was no formality in this business,
and no ladies turning up at lunch, and no heart-breaking when one
missed. Frank King was excessively kind to him. Not caring very much
for shooting himself, he was content to become Mr. Tom's henchman; and
they got on very well together. Further, in the smoking-room at night
these two were thrown on each other's conversationfor old Mr. King
did not smokeand it was remarkable how interesting Captain King found
his friend's talk. It was mostly about Madge and her sisters; and Frank
King listened eagerly, and always would have Mr. Tom have another
cigarette, while he was busy drawing imaginative pictures, and
convincing himself more and more that Madge was no other than Nan, and
that life had begun again for him, with all sorts of beautiful
possibilities in it. For he could not be blind to the marked favour
that the young lady had shown him; and he had long ceased to have any
fear of the shadowy Hanbury who was skulking somewhere unregarded in
At length one night Captain Frank, in a burst of confidence, told
Mr. Tom all about it, and asked him to say honestly what he thought the
chances were. Would Lady Beresford have any objection? Would Miss
Margaret consider he had not known her sufficiently long or intimately?
What was Mr. Tom's own opinion?
Mr. Tom flushed uneasily.
'Iwell, you seeI keep out of that kind of thing as a rule. Women
have such confounded queer ways. You're sure to put your foot into it
if you intermeddle. These girls are always worrying people about their
sweetheartsall but Nan. I wish to goodness they were all married; my
life is made a burden to me amongst them.'
'But what do you think, Beresford? Haven't you any opinion? What
would you do in a similar case?'
'I?' said Mr. Tom, with a laugh, 'I suppose I should ask the girl;
and if she didn't like to say yes, she could do the other thing.'
'Butdo you think there would be a chance?'
'Write and see,' said Mr. Tom, with another laugh; further than that
he would not interfere.
Frank King considered for a time; and at last boldly determined to
act on this advice. He sat up late that night, concocting a skilful,
cautious, appealing letter; and as he re-wrote it carefully, all by
himself, in the silence, it seemed to him almost as if he were
beseeching Nan to reconsider the verdict she had given at Bellagio more
than three years before. Life would begin all over again if only she
would say yes. Sometimes he found himself thinking of that ball in
Spring Gardens; and of her startled shyness, and of her winning
confidence, and anxious wish to please; until he recollected that it
was Madge to whom he was writing, and that Madge had never been to the
ball at all.
This fateful missive was left to be despatched the first thing in
the morning; and at the very least there must needs be two or three
days' interval. But it cannot be said that he passed this time in
terrible anxiety. He was secretly hopeful; so much so that he had
begged Mr. Tom, who ought to have gone back before this time, to wait
another day or so. His private reason was that he hoped to accompany
Madge's brother to Brighton.
All the same, the crisis of a man's life cannot approach without
causing some mental disturbance, even in the most hopeful. Long before
the Kingscourt family had assembled round the breakfast-table, Frank
King had ridden over, on these two or three cold mornings, to the
postal town, which was nearly two miles off, so that he should not have
to wait for the arrival of the bag. And at last came a letter with the
Brighton postmark. He glanced at the handwriting, and thought it was
Madge's. That was enough. He put it in his pocket without opening it;
went out and got on his horse; and went well outside the little town
into the quietude of the lanes before putting his hand into his pocket
again and taking the letter out.
No, he was not very apprehensive about the result, or he could not
have carried the letter thus far unopened. But all the same the
contents surprised him. He had expected, at the worst, some mild
refusal on the ground of haste; and, at the best, an evasive hint that
he might come to Brighton and talk to Lady Beresford. But all the
writing on this sheet of paper consisted of two words, 'From Madge;
' and what accompanied them was a bit of forget-me-notnot painted,
this time, but a bit of the real flower. It was a pretty notion. It
confessed much, without saying much. There was a sort of maiden
reticence about it, and yet kindness, and hope. What Frank King did not
know was thisthat it was Nan Beresford who had suggested that answer
to his letter.
He never knew how he got home that morning. He was all in a tempest
of eagerness and delight; he scarcely lived in to-dayit was next day.
It was the future that seemed to be around him. He burst into his
friend's bed-room before the breakfast gong had sounded.
'Beresford, I'll go with you whenever you like now. Whenever you
like. I'm going to Brighton with you, I mean.'
'Oh, that's it, is it?' said Mr. Tom, without looking uphe was
tying his shoes.
'I've heard from your sister, you know'
'I thought so. It's all right then, is it?'
'I hope so. I'm very glad it's settled. And you know I don't want to
turn you out of the house; but you've been very kind, waiting a day or
two longer; and I should like to get to Brighton at once.'
'I'll start in five minutes if you like,' said Mr. Tom, coolly,
having finished with his shoes. 'And I suppose I ought to congratulate
you. Well, I do. She's a very good sort of a girl. Only'
He hesitated. It was inauspicious.
'What do you mean?' said Captain Frank.
'Well, I've seen a good deal about women and their goings on, don't
you know?' said Mr. Tom, with a sort of shrug. 'They're always changing
and chopping and twisting about. The best way is to marry them offhand,
and take the nonsense out of them.'
Captain Frank laughed. This was not at all alarming. And when it
became secretly known that Captain Frank was immediately going to
Brighton to secure his promised bride, there was a great, though
discreet rejoicing at Kingscourt; and even pretty Mary Coventry came
with her demure and laughing congratulations; and Mr. Tom was made more
of than ever during the few hours longer that he remained in the house.
Frank King had not time to think about Nan now; it was Madge Beresford
who had sent him that bit of forget-me-not.
CHAPTER XVI. REVERIES.
No sooner had Nan come back to Brighton again, and been installed
once more in her former position, than the whole house seemed to be
pervaded by a quite new sense of satisfaction, the cause of which was
not even guessed at. The wheels of the domestic machinery worked far
more smoothly; even the servants seemed to partake of the general
brightness and cheerfulness. Edith, the stupid sister, put it down to
the Christmas-time, and congratulated herself on her evergreens on the
walls. Mr. Tom observed that the house was far better managed when Nan
was at home: that meant that he found his slippers when he wanted them,
and that there was always a taper on the chimneypiece in the
billiard-room. Lady Beresford had all her little whims attended to; and
as for Madge, that young lady was greatly delighted to have a safe and
sure confidante. For she was much exercised at this time both with her
fears about Mr. Hanbury, who followed her about like a ghost, kept
silent by the dread of Vice-Chancellors and tipstaffs, and her vain
little hopes about Captain Frank King, whose intentions were scarcely a
matter of doubt. Nan listened in her grave, sweet way that had earned
for her, from Madge, the name of 'Old Mother Nan;' and then would say
some nice thing to her sister; and then would carry her away on some
For this was the Christmas time; and what with continual choral
services, and evergreens, and unearthly music in the still cold nights,
there was a sort of exaltation in the air; and Nan wished to be
practical. In consequence, Lady Beresford was gravely oppressed.
'I do believe, Nan,' she said, vexedly, one morning as she was
writing out a cheque'I do believe your only notion of Christianity is
the giving away coals.'
'And a very good notion too,' said Tom, who would allow no one to
say anything against Nan.
But then came that fateful letter from Frank King. It arrived on a
January morningon a clear and brilliant forenoon, just as Nan and her
younger sister were going out for a walk, tempted by the sunlight and
the colours of the sea. Madge herself took it from the postman at the
door; glanced at the address, hastily opened the envelope, and guessed
at, rather than read, the contents.
'Oh, Nan,' she said hurriedly, 'wait a moment. There is
somethingsomething I want to speak to you aboutcome into the
dining-roomoh, do you know what this is, Nan?Captain King has
'Yes, dear,' said Nan, calmly and kindly, as she followed her into
the empty dining-room.
'I must not show you the letter, must I?' said the younger sister,
eagerly, though she was herself still reading and re-reading it. 'But
you know what it is, Nan. And I must send an answeroh, dear, what
shall I do?'
'You ought to know, Madge,' her sister said. 'You were not
unprepared, surely. I thought you expected it. I thought you would have
had your mind made up.'
'But it is so dreadfulso suddenso terrible! Look at my handsI
am all shaking. Oh, Nan, what would you dowhat would you do if you
Nan seemed to be thinking of something far away; it was after a
second that she recalled herself to this question, and then she
answered with some astonishment
'Don't you know your own mind, Madge?'
'Well, I do in a way,' said the younger sister, still staring at the
letter. 'I like him well enough. I think it would do very well; and
there would be no trouble with any one. I am sorry for that poor fellow
Hanbury; but what is the use of his hanging about, and keeping
one nervous? There is no use in it allnothing but bother. And I know
Captain King is very fond of me, and I think he would be very kind; and
you know he is not going to sea again. And mamma would be pleased. Do
you think I should go to her now?'
'What is the use of going to any one until you know what your mind
If the unhappy Hanbury could only have seen his sweetheart at this
momentstaring blankly at the open letter, with a doubt on her face
which was most probably inspired by some vague and tender recollection
of himself! What might not have happened if only he could have
intervened at this crisis, and appealed to her with eyes and speech,
and implored her to defy these terrible authorities in London? But
Madge kept looking at the letter; and then she shut it together; and
then she said with decision
'I think it's the best thing I can do. Wait a minute, Nan; I'll go
and tell mamma.'
When she came downstairs again she was quite radiant and eager in
'Oh, I'm so glad it's all settled and over. I'm so glad there'll be
no more worry and bother. And really Captain King is one of the
nicest-looking men we knowEdith has always said soand he is so
quiet and pleasant in his manner, and very amusing too: that is because
he has no pretence. And grateful for small kindnesses; I suppose being
so long at sea, and not seeing so many people, he hasn't got blasé.
Then he never pretends to be boredbut why are you so solemn, Nan;
doesn't it please you?'
Nan kissed her sister.
'I hope you will be very happy, dear,' she said, in her grave, kind
'Then I suppose I must answer his letter at once,' continued Madge,
in her excited way. 'But how am I to do it, Nan? See how my fingers are
all shaking; I couldn't write. And it would take me a month to find out
what to sayand here you are being kept in, when you are always
wanting to be out in the open air'
'Oh, don't mind me, Madge. I will stay in with pleasure, if you want
'But you shan't stay in on my account, dear Mother Nannot a bit of
itnot for all the men in the world. And yet I ought to send him a
message. I ought to write.'
'I think, Madge,' the elder sister said, slowly, 'if that is any
trouble to you, you might send him a message he would understand,
without your writing mucha flower, perhaps'
'But what sort of flower?' said the younger sister, eagerly.
Nan's face flushed somewhat, and she seemed embarrassed and slow to
'Youyou should know yourself,' she said, turning her eyes aside.
'Any flower, perhapsa bit ofof forget-me-not'
'Of course that would do very well; but where could you get
forget-me-nots just now?'
Nan again hesitated; she seemed to be forcing herself to speak.
'There's a little bit in a button-hole in 's window,' she said,
at last; 'I saw it there yesterday at least.'
'Dear Mother Nan,' said Madge, enthusiastically, 'you are as clever
as twenty Vice-Chancellors! We will walk along at once, and see if it
is still there. And in the meantime I will write a word on a sheet of
paperI can manage that anywayand you might address an envelope'
'Oh no, I couldn't do that,' said Nan, inadvertently shrinking back.
'Very well, I will struggle through it,' said Madge, blithely; and
she went and got writing-materials, and scrawled the few words
They went out into the beautiful clear cold morning, and walked
along through the crowd of promenaders with their fresh-coloured faces
and furs telling of the wintry weather. And in due course of time they
arrived at the florist's window, and found the bit of forget-me-not
still in the little nosegay. Madge made no secret of her intention. She
opened up the nosegay on the counter of the shop; took out the piece of
forget-me-not; put it in the folded sheet of paper; and then
carefullybut with fingers no longer tremblingclosed the envelope.
When they had come out again, and gone and posted the letter, they
found themselves at a standstill.
'Now I know you would like a longer walk, Nan,' said the younger
sister, 'and I am sure you won't mind if I go back at once. I do so
want to write a long letter to Mary. And I haven't told Edith yet, you
To this also Nan consented; and so Madge departed. Nan, left to
herself, looked for a moment or two, somewhat wistfully, at the far
breadths of the shining water; and then turned and walked slowly and
thoughtfully along one of the wider thoroughfares leading up from the
sea. The world seemed too bright and eager and busy out here; she
wished to be alone, and in the dusk; and in this thoroughfare there was
a church, spacious and gloomy, that was kept open all the week round.
Half unconsciously to herself she walked in that direction. So absorbed
was she that, when she reached the entrance, she scarcely perceived
that there were some persons standing about. From the clear light of
the sun she passed into a long covered way that was almost dark; there
was a low sound of music issuing from the building; it was a refuge she
was seeking; and she vaguely hoped that there would be few people
But just as she gained the entrance proper, and was about to enter
the dark and dusky place before her, behold! here was a great smiling
throng coming along the aisle, headed by a bridegroom and a
white-clothed bride. The music that was gaily pealing through the
building was the 'Wedding March' that no familiarity robs of its
majestic swing and melody. Nan had suddenly a sort of guilty
self-consciousness. She felt she had no business even to look on at
bridal processions. She passed in by another door into that space of
dark and empty pews; and very soon the bridal people were all gone from
the place, and apparently no one was left but the white-surpliced
performers at the organ in the choir.
That choir was a beautiful thing away beyond the dusk. The sunlight
entering by the stained-glass windows filled it with a softly golden
glory; so that the splendours of the altar, and the tall brass
candlesticks, and the seven swinging lamps, and the organ itself, were
all suffused with it, and seemed to belong to some other world far
away. And then, after the 'Wedding March' was over, there was a pause
of silence, and a slight sound of feet in the echoing building behind;
and then the music began againsomething distant, and sad, and
yearning, like the cry of a soul seeking for light in the dark, for
comfort in despair. Nan, in her solitary pew, bowed her head and
covered her face with her hands. This music was less picturesque,
perhaps, than that she had heard in the cathedral at Lucerne, but it
had more of a human cry in it; it was an appeal for guidancefor
lightfor light in the darkness of the world. The tears were running
down Nan's face. And then there came into a neighbouring pew a woman
dressed in a peculiar costume, all in black; and she, too, knelt down,
and covered her face with her hands. And Nan would fain have gone to
her and said
'Oh, sister, take me with you and teach me. You have chosen your
path in the worldthe path of charity and good-will and peace; let me
help you; let me give myself to the poor and the sick. There must be
something somewhere for me to do in the world. Take me into your
sisterhood; I am not afraid of hardship; let me be of some little use
to those who are wretched and weary in heart.'
By and by that lady in black rose, went into the open space fronting
the altar, knelt one knee slightly, and then left. Presently Nan
followed her, her head bent down somewhat, and her heart not very
Just as she was leaving the interior of the church, some one stepped
out of the vestry, followed her for a second, and then addressed her.
She turned and recognised Mr. Jacomb. He had not been officiating; he
was in ordinary clerical costume; and there was something in the
primness of that costume that suited his appearance. For he was a
singularly clean-looking man; his face smooth shaven; his complexion of
the fairest white and pink; his hair yellow almost to whiteness; his
eyes gray, clear, and kindly. For the rest, he was about
six-and-thirty; of stoutish build; and he generally wore a pleasant and
complacent smile, as if the world had treated him kindly, despite his
experiences in that poor parish in the south-east of London, and as if,
whatever might happen to him, anxiety was not likely to put a premature
end to his existence.
'Dear me,' said he, 'what a coincidence! I saw your sister Madge
about twenty minutes ago. She seemed very happy about something or
'Mr. Jacomb,' said Nan, 'do you know the lady who left a minute
'No,' said he, wondering a little at the earnestnessor rather the
absentnessof her manner. 'I only caught a glimpse of her. She belongs
to one of the visiting sisterhoods.'
Nan was silent for a second or two.
'You came to the wedding, of course?' continued Mr. Jacomb,
cheerfully. 'A capital match, that, for young De la Poer. She will have
18,000 pounds a year when her mother dies; and she is pretty too. She
puts a little side on, perhaps, when she's talking to strangers; but
that's nothing. His brother was at Oxford when I was there, I
rememberan awfully fast fellow; but they say all the sons of
clergymen are; the other swing of the pendulum, you know. There's a
medium in all things; and if one generation gives itself over too much
to piety, the next goes as far the other way. I suppose it's human
This air of agreeable levitythis odour of worldliness (which was
in great measure assumed)did not seem to accord well with Nan's
present mood. She was disturbeduncertainyearning for something she
knew not whatand the echoes of that strange cry in the music were
still in her soul. Mr. Jacomb's airs of being a man of the worldof
being a clergyman who scorned to attach any esoteric mystery to his
cloth, or to expect to be treated with a particular reverencemight
put him on easy terms of friendship with Nan's sisters; but they only
made Nan regretful, and sometimes even impatient. Did he imagine the
assumption of flippancy made him appear younger than he really was? In
any case it was bad policy so far as Nan was concerned. Nan was a born
worshipper. She was bound to believe in something or somebody. And the
story she had heard of the Rev. Charles Jacomb's assiduous, earnest,
uncomplaining labour in that big parish had at the very outset won for
him her great regard. He did not understand how he was destroying her
childlike faith in him by his saturnine little jokes.
'Mr. Jacomb,' said Nan, timidly, 'I should be so greatly obliged to
you if you could find out something more for me about those
sisterhoods. They must do a great deal of good. And their dress is such
a protection; they can go anywhere without fear of rudeness or insult.
I suppose it is not a difficult thing to get admission'
He was staring at her in amazement.
'But not for younot for you!' he cried. 'Why, it is preposterous
for you to think of such a thing. There are plenty who have nothing
else in the world to look forward to. You have all your life before you
yet. My dear Miss Anne, you must not indulge in day-dreams. Look at
your sister Madge. Oh, by-the-way, she said something about your mamma
having sent me a note this morning, asking me to dine with you on
Friday evening; and then remembering, after the note was posted, that
on that evening you had taken a box for the pantomime. Well, there
needs be no trouble about that, if I may join your party to go there
Nan said nothing; but perhaps there was the slightest trace of
surprise, or interrogation in her look. Immediately he said
'Oh, I very much approve of pantomimes, from a professional point of
viewI do, really. You see, the imagination of most people is very
dullit wants a stimulusand I am perfectly certain, if the truth
were known, that the great majority of people in this country have
derived their pictorial notions of heaven from the
transformation-scenes in pantomimes. I am certain of it. John Martin's
picturesthe only other alternativeare not striking enough. So, on
the whole, I very much approve of pantomimes; and I shall be very glad
to go with you on Friday, if I may.'
Nan made some excuse, shook hands with him, and went. She walked
home hurriedly, she knew not why; it almost seemed as though she wanted
to leave something well behind her. And she was very kind to her
sisters for the remainder of that day; but somewhat grave.
Meanwhile, Madge's letter to her married sister in London had been
sent. And the first answer to it was contained in a postscript to a
letter addressed by Mary Beresford to her mother. This was the
'What is this nonsense Madge writes to me about herself and
Holford King? Has Captain King got it into his head that he would like
to marry his deceased wife's sister?'
Lady Beresford threw the letter aside with a sigh, wishing people
would not write in conundrums.
CHAPTER XVII. THE ACCEPTED SUITOR.
'Oh, Nan, here is the cab. What shall I say to him? What am I to say
'I think you ought to know yourself, dear,' said Nan, gently, and
then she slipped away from the room, leaving Madge alone and standing
at the window.
But after all it was not so serious a matter. Some one came into the
room, and Madge turned.
'May I call you Madge?' said he, holding both her hands.
She answered, with her eyes cast down
'I suppose I must call you Frank.'
That was all, for at the same moment Mr. Tom was heard calling to
his mother and sisters that Captain King had arrived; and directly
after, Lady Beresford and Edith entered the room, followed by Mr. Tom,
who was declaring that they must have dinner put forward to six
o'clock, if they were all to go to the pantomime.
There was a little embarrassmentnot much. Frank King kept looking
towards the door. He wondered why Nan had not come with the others. He
was curious to see how much she had changed. Perhaps he should not even
recognise her? Without scarcely knowing why, he was hoping she might
not be quite like the Nan of former days.
Mr. Tom consulted his watch again.
'Shall I ring and tell them to hurry on dinner, mother?'
'We cannot alter the dinner hour now,' Lady Beresford said,
plaintively. 'It has already been altered once. Both Mr. Roberts and
Mr. Jacomb promised to come at half-past six, so that you might all go
to the pantomime together in good time.'
'What?' cried Mr. Tom. 'Jacomb? Did you say Jacomb, mother?'
'I said Mr. Roberts and Mr. Jacomb,' said his mother.
'And what the etcetera is he doing in that gallery!' exclaimed Mr.
Tom. 'Well, I guess we shall have a high old time of it at dinner.
Soda-water and incense. But there's one thing they always agree about.
Get them on to port-wine vintages, and they run together like a brace
Here Captain King begged to be excused, as there was but little time
for him to go along to his hotel and get dressed for this early dinner.
Whenbeing accompanied to the door by Mr. Tom himselfhe had left,
'How do you like him, mamma? Are you pleased with him?'
'He has not spoken to me yet, you know,' said the mother, wearily;
she had had to go through several such scenes, and they worried her.
'Oh, but it's all arranged,' Madge said, cheerfully. 'He won't
bother you about a solemn interview. It's all arranged. How did you
think he looked, Edith? I do hope he won't lose that brown colour by
not going back to sea; it suits him; I don't like pastey-faced men.
Now, Mr. Jacomb isn't pastey-faced, although he is a clergyman.
By-the-way, what has become of Nan?'
Nan had been quite forgotten. Perhaps she was dressing early, or
looking after the dinner-table; at all events, it was time for the
other sisters to go and get ready also.
Punctual to the moment, Captain King arrived at the door, and
entered, and went upstairs. He was not a little excited. Now he would
see Nanand not only her, but also this clergyman, whom he was also
curious to see. At such a momentarriving as Madge's accepted
suitorit was not Nan that he ought to have been thinking about. But
it was Nan whom his-first quick glance round the drawing-room sought
out; and instantly he knew she was not there.
Everybody else was, however. Mr. Roberts, with his conspicuous red
opal and diamonds, was standing on the hearth-rug with his back to the
fire, talking to Lady Beresford, who was cushioned up in an easy-chair.
Mr. Jacomb was entertaining the two sisters, Edith and Madge, who were
laughing considerably. Mr. Tom was walking about with his hands in his
pockets, ferocious, for dinner was already eighteen seconds late.
Frank King had not much time to study the looks or manners of this
clergyman, to whom he was briefly introduced; for already his
attention, which was at the moment exceedingly acute, was drawn to the
opening of the door. It was Nan who slipped in, quietly. Apparently she
had seen the others before; for when she caught sight of him, she at
once advanced towards him, with a grave, quiet smile on her face, and
an outstretched hand.
'Oh, how do you do, Captain King,' she said, in the most friendly
way, and without the least trace of embarrassment.
Of course she looked at his eyes as she said so. Perhaps she did not
notice the strange, startled look that had dwelt there for an instant
as he regarded hera look as if he had seen some one whom he had not
expected to seesome one whom he almost feared to see. He could not
speak, indeed. For the moment he had really lost command of himself,
and seemed bewildered. Then he stammered
'How do you do, Miss Anne? I am glad to see you looking so well.
Youyou have not altered muchanythingduring these last three or
'Oh, Nan has altered a great deal I can tell you,' said Mr. Tom;
'and for the better. She isn't half as saucy as she used to be.'
But Nan had turned to her mother, to say privately
'They are quite ready, mamma. The shades just came in time; and the
candles are all lit now.'
Then she turned to Captain King again. If she was acting
non-embarrassment, she was acting very well. The clear, friendly,
gray-blue eyes regarded him with frankness; there was no touch of
tell-tale colour in the fair, piquant, freckled face; she smiled, as if
to one in whom she had perfect confidence.
'It is so kind of you,' she said, 'to have let my brother pay you a
visit to Kingscourt; I am afraid he must be dull here sometimes. And he
says he enjoyed it immensely, and that every one was so kind to him. I
hope he didn't disgrace himselfI mean in the shooting; you see he has
not had a great deal of practice.'
'Oh, he shot very well,' said Captain Frank King, somewhat
hurriedly. 'Oh yes, very well. I should call him a very good shot. I am
glad he liked his visit.' But Frank King was not looking into Nan's
eyes as he spoke.
Then some one at the door said, 'Dinner is served, your Ladyship;'
and the company arranged themselves according to order, and went
downstairs. It fell to Captain King's lot to go down last, with Lady
Beresford; but when they reached the dining-table he found that his
neighbour was to be Madge, and he was glad of that.
Nan was opposite to him; he had discovered that at the first glance,
and thereafter he rather avoided looking that way. He endeavoured to
entertain Lady Beresford, and occasionally spoke a little to Madge; but
he was somewhat preoccupied on the whole; and very frequently he might
have been caught regarding the clergyman-guest with an earnest
scrutiny. Mr. Jacomb, to do him justice, was making himself the friend
of everybody. He could talk well and pleasantly; he had a number of
little jokes and stories; and he was making himself generally
agreeable. The efflorescent Roberts was anxious to knowas anxious,
that is, as a very devoted regard for his menu would permitthe
precise position held by a certain High Churchman who was being harried
and worried by the law courts at this time; but Mr. Jacomb, with great
prudence, would have nothing to say on such subjects. He laughed the
whole matter off. He preferred to tell anecdotes about his Oxford days;
and gave you to understand that these were not far removed from the
present time. You might have guessed that he and his companions were
the least little bit wild. The names of highly respectable dignitaries
in the Church were associated with stories of scrapes that were quite
alarming, and with sayings that just bordered here and there on the
irreverent. But then, to a clergyman much is permitted; for it is his
business to know where the line should be drawn; other people might not
feel quite so safe.
All this time Captain Frank King was intently regarding Mr. Jacomb;
and Nan saw it. The smile died away from her face. She grew
self-absorbed; she scarcely lifted her eyes.
'Nan, what's the matter with you?' said her brother Tom to her,
privately. 'You're not going to cry, are you?'
She looked up with her frank, clear eyes, and said
'I was trying to remember some lines near the beginning of Faust. They are about a clergyman and a comedian.'
This was beyond Mr. Tom; and so he said nothing. But what Nan had
meant had been uttered in a moment of bitterness, and was entirely
unjust. Mr. Jacomb was not failing in any proper respect for his sacred
calling. But he was among some young people; he hoped they would not
think his costume coercive; he wished to let them know that his youth
also had only been the other day, as it were, and that he appreciated a
joke as well as any one. If his speech at the moment was
frivolousand, indeed, intentionally frivoloushis life had not been
frivolous. He had never intrigued or cajoled for preferment, but had
done the work that lay nearest him. At Oxford he had toadied no one.
And his 'record,' as the Americans say, in that parish in the southeast
of London, was unblemished and even noble.
But he made a hash of it that evening, somehow. Nan Beresford grew
more and more depressed and disheartenedalmost ashamed. If Frank King
had not been there, perhaps she would have cared less; but she
knewwithout daring to lookthat Frank King was regarding and
listening with an earnest and cruel scrutiny.
When the time came for their starting for the theatre, Nan
disappeared. Tom began to make a noise, and then the message came that,
Please sir, Miss Anne had a headache, and might she be excused? Tom
made a further noise, and declared that the whole thing must be put
off. Go to see a pantomime without Nan he would not. Then a further
message came from Miss Anne, saying that she would be greatly
distressed if they did not go; and so, after no end of growling and
grumbling, Mr. Tom put his party into two cabs and took them off. Nan
heard the roll of the wheels lessen and cease.
It was about half-past eleven that night that someone noisily
entered Nan's room, and lit the gas. Nan opening her eyesfor she was
in bed and asleepbeheld a figure there, all white with snow.
'Oh, Nan,' said this new-comer, in great excitement, 'I must tell
you all about it. There has been such fun. Never such a gale known on
the south coast'
'Child!' said the now thoroughly awakened sister, 'go at once and
take off your things. You will be wet through!'
'Oh, this is nothing,' said Madge, whose pink cheeks showed what she
had faced. 'I left a whole avalanche in the hall. The streets are a
foot deep already. Not a cab to be got. We had to fight our way from
the theatre arm in arm; the wind and snow were like to lift us off our
feet altogether. Frank said it reminded him of Canada. All the
gentlemen are below; Tom would have them come in to get them some
Madge's ejaculatory sentences came to an end simply for want of
breath. She was all panting.
'Such a laughing there was! Frank and I ran full tilt against a
gentleman who was coming full sail before the wind. Hard-a-port!
Frank cried. There was an awful smash. My hat blew off; and we hid in a
doorway till Frank got it back again.'
At Nan's earnest entreaties, her younger sister at last consented to
take off her outer garments and robe herself in some of Nan'smeantime
shaking a good deal of snow on to the carpet. Then she came and sat
'I must tell you all about it, dear Nan,' she said, 'for I am so
happy; and it has been such a delightful evening. You can't imagine
what a splendid companion Frank istaking everything free and easy,
and always in such a good humour. Well, we went to the theatre; and of
course Edith wanted to show herself off, so I had the corner of the box
with the curtains, and Frank sat next me, of courseit was
Cinderellabeautiful!I never saw such brilliant costumes; and even
Edith was delighted with the way they sang the music. Mind, we didn't
know that by this time the storm had begun. It was all like fairyland.
But am I tiring you, Nan?' said Madge with a sudden compunction. 'Would
you rather go to sleep again?'
'Oh no, dear.'
'Is your headache any better?'
'A great deal.'
'Shall I get you some eau-de-cologne?'
'Does it sound strange to you that I should call him Frank? It did
to me at first. But of course it had to be done; so I had to get over
'You don't seem to have had much difficulty,' said Nan, with an odd
kind of smile.
'Well,' Madge confessed, 'he isn't like other men. There's no
pretence about him. He makes friends with you at once. And you can't be
very formal with any one who is lugging you through the snow.'
'No, of course not,' said Nan gravely. 'I was not saying there could
be anything wrong in calling him Frank.'
'Well, the pantomime; did I tell you how good it was? Mr. Roberts
says he never saw such beautifully-designed dresses in London; and the
music was lovelyoh! if you had heard Cinderella, how she sang, you
would have fallen in love with her, Nan. We all did. Then we had ices.
There's a song which Cinderella sings Frank promised to get for me; but
I can't sing. All I'm good for is to show off Edith.'
'You ought to practise more, dear.'
'But it's no good once you are married. You always drop it. If I
have any time I'll take to painting. You see you have no idea, in a
house like this, the amount of trouble there is in keeping up a place
'But you know, Madge, Mrs. Holford King is there.'
'She can't be there always; she's very well up in years,' said the
practical Madge. 'And you know the whole estate is now definitely
settled on Frankthough there are some heavy mortgages. We shan't be
able to entertain much for the first few years, I daresaybut we shall
always be glad to have you, Nan.'
Nan did not say anything; she turned her face away a little bit.
'Nan,' said her sister, presently, 'didn't Mary and Edith have a
notion that Captain King was at one time rather fond of you?'
Nan's face flushed hastily.
'Theytheyimagined something of that kind, I believe.'
'But was it true?'
Nan raised herself up, and took her sister's hand in her two hands.
'You see, dear,' she said, gently, and with her eyes cast down,
'young menI mean very young menhave often passing fancies that
don't mean very much. Later on they make their serious choice.'
'But,' said Madge, persistently, 'but I suppose he never really
asked you to be his wife?'
'His wife!' said Nan, with well-simulated surprise. 'Recollect,
Madge, I was just over seventeen. You don't promise to be anybody's
wife at an age like that; you are only a child then.'
'I am only eighteen,' said Madge.
'But there is a great difference. And recollect that Captain King is
now older, and knows better what his wishes are, and what way his
happiness lies. You ought to be very proud, Madge; and you should try
to make him proud of you also.'
'Oh, I will, Nan; I will really. I wish you would teach me a lot of
'Oh, you know. All the sort of stuff that you know. Tidal waves and
'But Captain King won't have anything more to do with tidal waves.'
'Then we'll go round the shops to-morrow, Nan; and you'll tell me
about Chippendale furniture and blue china.'
'Don't you think there will be enough of that at Kingscourt; and
just such things as you couldn't get to buy in any shops?'
'Then what am I to do, Nan?'
'You can try to be a good wife, dear; and that's better than
'I'll let you off, Nan. But I do feel terribly selfish. I haven't
said a single word about you'
'Oh, but I don't want anything said about me,' said Nan, almost in
'Well, you know, Nan, everybody says this: that a clergyman's wife
has more opportunities of doing good than any other woman; for, you
see, they are in the middle of it all, and they can interfere as no one
else can, and it is expected of them, and the poor people don't object
to them as they might to others.'
'Oh, I think that is quite true,' said Nan, thoughtfullyperhaps
with a slight sigh. 'Yes, I have often thought of that.'
'And you know, dear, that was what Providence meant you to be,' said
Madge, with a friendly smile. 'That is just what you were made forto
be kind to other people. Good-night, old Mother Nan!'
They kissed each other; and Madge turned off the gas and left.
Presently, however, Madge returned, opened the door, and came in on
'Nan, you are not asleep yet?'
'Of course not.'
'I wanted to ask you, Nan; do you think he would like me to work a
pair of slippers for him?'
'No doubt he would,' was the quiet answer.
'For I was thinking it would be so nice if you would come with me
to-morrow and help me to choose the materials; and then, you see, Nan,
you might sketch me some design, out of your own head, for you are so
clever at those things, and that would be better than a shop pattern.
And then,' added Madge, 'I should tell him it was your design.'
Nan paused for a second.
'I will do whatever you want, Madgebut you must not say that I
made the design for you. It won't be worth much at the best. I would
rather have nothing said about it, dear.'
'Very well, Nan; that's just like you.'
CHAPTER XVIII. A WHITE WORLD.
Next morning it still snowed and blew hard; no one could go out; it
was clearly a day to be devoted to indoor amusements. And then Frank
King, despite the state of the streets and the absence of cabs, made
his way along, and was eagerly welcomed. As Mr. Tom's companion he was
to spend the whole day there. Billiards, music, lunch, paintingthey
would pass the time somehow. And meanwhile the gusts of wind rattled
the windows; and the whirling snow blurred out the sea; and Mr. Tom
kept on big fires.
Nan remained in her own room. When Madge went up to bring her down
she found her reading Thomas à Kempis.
'Frank has asked twice where you were,' Madge remonstrated.
'But that is not a command,' said Nan, with a smile. 'I should have
thought, judging by the sound, that you were being very well amused
Madge went away, and in about an hour after came back. She found
that her sister had put away De Imitatione Christi, and was at
'Writing! To whom?'
'To the Editor of the Times', said Nan, laughing at her
sister's instantaneous dismay.
'The Times? Are you going to turn a blue-stocking, Nan?'
'Oh no; it's only about blankets. You can read the letter; do you
think he will print it?'
This was the letter which Madge read, and which was written in a
sort of handwriting that some editors would be glad to see oftener:
'Dear SirThe Government interfere to punish a milkman who
adulterates milk with water; and I wish to put the question in your
columns why they should not also punish the manufacturers who dress
blankets with arsenic? Surely it is a matter of equal importance. Poor
people can get along without milk, unless there are very small children
in the house; but when they have insufficient food, and insufficient
fire, and scant clothes, and perhaps also a leaky roof, a good warm
pair of blankets is almost a necessity. You cannot imagine what a
compensation it is, especially in weather like the present; but how are
the charitably disposed to take such a gift to a poor household when it
may become the instrument of death or serious illness? Dear Sir, I hope
you will call upon the Government to put down this wicked practice; and
I am, yours respectfully, AN ENGLISH GIRL.'
'Oh, that's all right,' said Madge, who had feared that her sister
had taken to literature; 'that's quite the right thing for you. Of
course, a clergyman's wife must know all about blankets, and
soup-kitchens, and things.'
Nan flushed a little, and said quickly and with an embarrassed
'I thought of putting in something about his eloquent pen or his
generous advocacy, but I suppose he gets a great deal of that kind of
flattery, and isn't to be taken in. I think I will leave it as it is.
It is really most shameful that such things should be allowed.'
'When are you coming down to see Frank?'
'By and by, dear. I am going now to get mamma her egg and port
'I know Frank wants to see you.'
'Oh, indeed,' she said, quietly, as she folded up the letter.
That memorable snowstorm raged all day; the shops fronting the sea
were shut; the whole place looked like some vast deserted white City of
the Dead. But towards evening the squalls moderated; that fine,
penetrating, crystalline snow ceased to come in whirls and gusts; and
people began to get about, the black figures making their way over or
through the heavy drifts, or striking for such places as the force of
the wind had driven bare. Here and there shovels were in requisition to
open a pathway; it was clearly thought that the gale was over; the
Beresfords and their guest began to speak of an excursion next day to
Stanmer Park, lest peradventure it might be possible to have a lane or
two swept on the ice for a little skating.
The next morning proved to be brilliantly beautiful; and they were
all up and away betimes on their somewhat hopeless quest. All, that is
to say, except Nan: for she had sundry pensioners to look after, who
were likely to have fared ill during the inclement weather. Nan put on
her thickest boots and her ulster, and went out into the world of snow.
The skies were blue and clear; the air was fresh and keen; it was a
relief to be out after that monotonous confinement in the house.
Nan went her rounds, and wished she was a millionaire, for the fine
snow had penetrated everywhere, and there was great distress. Perhaps
she was really trying to imagine herself a cleryman's wife; at all
events, when she had grown tired, and perhaps a little heart-sick, it
was no wonder that she should think of going into that church, which
was always open, for a little rest, and solace, and soothing quiet.
This was what she honestly meant to doand, moreover, it was with
no expectation of meeting Mr. Jacomb there, for it was almost certain
that he also would be off on a round of visitations. She had a craving
for quiet; perhaps some slow, grateful music would be filling the air;
there would be silence in the vast, hushed place.
Well, it was by the merest accident that her eyes happened to light
on a vessel that was scudding up channel under double-reefed topsails,
and she stood for a minute to watch it. Then she, also inadvertently,
perceived that the coastguardsman over the way had come out of his
little box, and was similarly watching the vesselthrough his
telescope. Nan hesitated for a second. The snow was deep, though a kind
of path had been trodden a few yards farther along. Then she walked
quickly on till she came to that path, crossed, went back to the
coastguardsman, and addressed him, with a roseate glow on her cheek.
'Oh, I beg your pardonbutbutI suppose you know Singing Sal?'
'Yes, Miss,' said the little Celtic-looking man with the brown
beard. He was evidently surprised.
'Do you know where she is? I hope she wasn't in the storm yesterday?
She hasn't been along this way lately?'
'No, Miss; not that I knows of.'
'Thank you, I am very much obliged.'
'Wait a minute, MissWednesdayyes, it was last night, I believe,
as Sal was to sing at a concert at Updene. Yes, it was. Some o' my
mates at Cuckmere got leave to go.'
'Yes, Miss,' said the wiry little sailor with a grin. 'That's
promotion for Salto sing at a concert.'
'I don't see why she should not sing at a concert,' said Nan,
regarding him with her clear gray eyes, so that the grin instantly
vanished from his face. 'I've heard much worse singing at many a
concert. Then, if she was at Updene last night, she would most likely
come along here to-day.'
'I don't know, Miss,' said the man, who knew much less about Singing
Sal's ways than did Miss Anne Beresford. 'Mayhap the concert didn't
come off, along of the snow.'
Nan again thanked him, and continued on her wayeastward. She was
thinking. Somehow she had quite forgotten about the church. The air
around her was wonderfully keen and exhilarating; the skies overhead
were intensely blue; out there on the downs the soft, white snow would
be beautiful. Nan walked on at a brisker pace, and her spirits rose.
The sunlight seemed to get into her veins. And then her footing
required a great deal of attention, and she had plenty of active
exercise; for though here and there the force of the wind had left the
roads almost bare, elsewhere the snow had formed long drifts of three
to five feet in depth, and these had either to be got round or plunged
through. Then, up Kemp-Town way, where there is less traffic, her
difficulties increased. The keen air seemed to make her easily
breathless. But at all events she felt comfortably warm, and the sun
felt hot on her cheek.
She had at length persuaded herself that she was anxious about
Singing Sal's safety. Many people must have perished in that
snowstormcaught unawares on the lonely downs. At all events, she
could ask at one or two of the coastguard stations if anything had been
heard of Sal. It was just possible she might meet her, if the
entertainment at Updene farm had come off.
At Black Rock station they had heard nothing; but she went on all
the same. For now this was a wonderful and beautiful landscape all
around her, up on these high cliffs; and the novelty of it delighted
her, though the bewildering white somewhat dazzled her eyes. Towards
the edge of the cliffs, where the wind had swept across, there was
generally not more than an inch or two of snowhard and crisp, with
traceries of birds' feet on it, like long strings of lace; but a few
yards on her left the snow had got banked up in the most peculiar
drifts, resembling in a curious manner the higher ranges of the Alps.
Sometimes, however, the snow became deep here also; so that she had to
betake herself to the road, where the farmers' men around had already
cut a way through the deeper stoppages; and there she found herself
going along a white galleryyellow-white on the left, where the
sunlight fell on the snow, but an intense blue on the right, where the
crystalline snow, in shadow, reflected the blue of the sky overhead.
And still she ploughed on her way, with all her pulses tingling with
life and gladness; for this wonder of yellow whiteness and blue
whiteness, and the sunlight, and the keen air, all lent themselves to a
kind of fascination; and she scarcely perceived that her usual
landmarks were gone: it was enough for her to keep walking, stumbling,
sinking, avoiding the deeper drifts, and farther and farther losing
herself in the solitariness of this white, hushed world.
Then, far away, and showing very black against the white, she
perceived the figure of a woman, and instantly jumped to the conclusion
that that must be Singing Sal. But what was Salif it were sheabout?
That dark figure was wildly swaying one arm like an orator declaiming
to an excited assemblage. Had the dramatic stimulus of the previous
night's entertainmentNan asked herselfgot into the woman's brain?
Was she reciting poetry to that extravagant gesturing? Nan walked more
slowly now, and took breath; while the woman, whoever she was,
evidently was coming along at a swinging pace.
No; that was no dramatic gesture. It was too monotonous. It looked
more as if she were sowingto imperceptible furrows. Nan's eyes were
very long-sighted, but this thing puzzled her altogether. She now
certainly looked like a farmer's man scattering seed-corn.
Singing Sal saw and recognised her young-lady friend at some
distance, and seemed to moderate her gestures, though these did not
quite cease. When she came up, Nan said to her,
'What are you doing?'
'Well, Miss,' she said, with a bright smileher face was quite red
with the cold air, and her hair not so smooth as she generally kept
it'my arm does ache, to tell the truth. And my barley's nearly done.
I have tried to scatter it wide, so as the finches and larks may have a
chance, even when the jackdaws and rooks are at it.'
'Are you scattering food for the birds, then?'
'They're starved out in this weather, Miss; and then the boys come
out wi' their guns; and the dicky-laggers are after them too'
'The bird-catchers, Miss. If I was a farmer now, I'd take a
horsewhip, I would, and I'd send those gentry double quick back to
Whitechapel. And the gentle-folks, Miss, it isn't right of them to
encourage the trapping of larks when there's plenty of other food to be
got. Well, my three-penn'orth o' barley that I bought in Newhaven is
near done now.'
She looked into the little wallet that she had twisted round in
front of her.
'Oh, if you don't mind,' said Nan, eagerly, 'I will give you a
shillingor two or three shillingsto get some more.'
'You could do better than that, Miss,' said Sal. 'Maybe you know
some one that lives in Lewes Crescent?'
'Yes, I do.'
'Well, ye see, Miss, there's such a lot o' birds as won't eat grain
at all; and if you was to get the key of the garden in Lewes Crescent,
and get a man to sweep the snow off a bit of the grass, and your
friends might throw down some mutton bones and scraps from the kitchen,
and the birds from far and near would find it outbeing easily seen,
as it might be. Half the thrushes and blackbirds along this countryside
'll be dead before this snow gives out.'
'Oh, I will go back at once and do that,' said Nan, readily.
'Look how they've been running about all the morning,' said this
fresh-coloured, dark-eyed woman, regarding the traceries on the snow at
her feet. 'Most of them larksyou can see the spur. And that's a rook
with his big heavy claws. And there's a hare, MissI should say he was
trotting as light as could beand there's nothing uglier than a
trotting harehe's like a race-horse walkingall stiff and jolting,
because of the high auncheshaunches, Miss. They're all
bewildered-like, birds and beasts the same. I saw the pad of a fox
close by Rottingdean; he must have come a long way to try for a
poultry-yard. And, what's rarer, I saw a covey of partridges, Miss,
settle down on the sea as I was coming along by Saltdean Gap. They was
tired out, poor things, and not driven before the wind either, but
fighting against it, and going out to sea blind-like; and then I saw
them sink down on to the water, and then the waves knocked them about
anyway. I hear there was a wonderful sight of brent geese up by Berling
Gap yesterdaybut I'm keeping you standing in the cold, Miss'
'I will walk back with you,' said Nan, turning.
'No, Miss. No, thank you, Miss,' said Sal, sturdily.
'But only as far as Lewes Crescent,' said Nan, with a gentle laugh.
'You know I am going to stop there for the mutton bones. I want to know
what has happened to you since the last time I saw youthat's a good
while ago now.'
'Two things, Miss, has happened that I'm proud of;' said Sal, as the
two set out to face the brisk westerly wind. 'I was taking a turn
through Surrey, and when I was at , they told me that a great poet
lived close by thereMr. '
'Of course every one knows Mr. ,' said Nan.
'I didn't,' said Sal, rather shamefacedly. 'You see, Miss, the two I
showed you are enough company for me; and I haven't got money to buy
books wi'. Well, I was passing near the old gentleman's house, and he
came out, and he spoke to me as we went along the road. He said he had
seen me reading the afternoon before, on the common; and he began to
speak about poetry; and then he asked me if I had read any of Mr.
's, without saying he was himself. I was sorry to say no, Miss, for
he was such a kind old gentleman; but he said he would send me them;
and most like they're waiting for me now at Goring, where I gave him an
address. Lor', the questions he asked me!about Shakespeare and
Burnsyou know, Miss, I had them in my bag; and then about myself. I
shouldn't wonder if he wrote a poem about me.'
'Well, that's modest,' said Nan, with another quiet laugh.
Sal did not at all like that gentle reproof.
'It isn't my pride, Miss; it's what he said to me that I go by,' she
retorted. 'I didn't ask him.'
'If he does, all England will hear about you then,' said Nan. 'And
now, what was the other thing?'
Sal again grew shamefaced a little. She opened the inner side of her
wallet, took out a soiled, weather-beaten copy of the Globe
Shakespeare, and from it extracted a letter.
'Perhaps you would like to read it yourself, Miss,' she suggested.
Nan took it, and had little difficulty in deciphering its contents,
though the language was occasionally a trifle hyperbolical. It
contained nothing less than an offer of marriage addressed to Sal by a
sailor in one of Her Majesty's ironclads, who said that he was tired of
the sea, and that, if Sal would give up her wandering life, so would
he, and he would retire into the coastguard. He pointed out the
sacrifices he was ready to make for her; for it appeared that he was a
petty officer. No matter; he was willing to become simple A.B. again;
for he had his 'feelin's;' and if so be as she would become his wife,
then they would have a good weather-proof cottage, a bit of garden, and
three-and-fourpence a day. It was a most business-like, sensible offer.
'And I'm sure I could do something for him,' Nan eagerly said. 'I
think I could get him promotion. The Senior Naval Lord of the Admiralty
is a friend of mine. And wouldn't it be better for you?'
'No, Miss,' said Sal, with an odd kind of smile. 'I was glad to get
the letter, for it shows I'm respected. But I'm not going to be caged
yet. I never saw or heard of the man I would marryexcept it might
have been Robbie Burns, if he was still alive. Sometimes when I've been
reading a bit, coming along the downs all by myself like, I've seen
somebody in the distance; and I've said to myself, Well, now, if that
was only to turn out to be that black-a-vised Ayrshire ploughman, it
would be all over with me; it would be 'Whistle and I'll come to ye, my
lad.' And then some shambling fellow of a labourer has come along,
straw-haired, bent-backed, twisted-kneed, and scarcely enough spirit in
him to say, Marnin t' yegood marnin t' ye, wench!'
'You are very independent,' said the sage Nan. 'And that's all very
well, as long as your health lasts. But you might become ill. You would
want relatives and friends, and a home. And in the coastguard houses
you would have a very comfortable home, and a garden to look after; and
your husband might get promotion.'
'If ever I marry,' said Sal, shaking her head, 'it won't be one of
the man-of-war's men. They've just as little spirit or independence as
the day labourers. They've had it all crushed out of them by the hard
usage of the officers.'
'Oh, how can you say so!' said Nan, warmly. 'The officers are
English gentlemen. In former days there may have been cruelty, but I am
certain that exists no longer. I know several officers: kinder-hearted
men don't exist. Why, there is a captain in the navy'
She stopped in great embarrassment. But Singing Sal, not heeding,
'It ain't the captain, Miss. He's too great a gentleman to
interfere. It's the first lieutenant, who can make the ship a hell upon
earth if he has a mind to. Ah! Miss, it's little you know of the
discipline that goes on on board a man-o'-war. There's no human being
could stand it who wasn't brought up to it. The merchantmen can't stand
it, and won't stand it; that's where the officers find a difficulty
when the Reserves are called out. You wouldn't find a man-o'-war's man
marching up to the First Lord of the Admiralty with a lump of salt beef
in his hand and asking him if it was fit to eat. And this Lord, Miss,
being a civilian like, he never thought of having the man clapped in
irons: Throw it overboard, says he. I will see that no more o' that
kind of stuff is issued to Her Majesty's fleet. That was the story I
heard, Miss; the men were laughing about it at Beachy Head. And then,
in the merchantmen Jack has a better chance, if he is a smart
And so forth. They had once more got on to the subject of sailors
and officers, regarded from their different points of view; and it was
not until they had reached Brighton that the sight of Lewes Crescent
reminded Nan that she had now to part from her companion and go in
search of mutton bones for the thrushes and blackbirds.
CHAPTER XIX. BREAKING DOWN.
Not only was she successful in this work of charity, but she must
needs also institute a similar system of outdoor relief at her own end
of the town; so that it was nearly dusk when she re-entered the house
in Brunswick Terrace. She did not think of asking if there were any
visitors; she went upstairs; perceived that the drawing-room door was
an inch or two open, and was just about to enter when she heard voices.
Inadvertently she paused.
It was Mr. Jacomb's voice. Then her mother said
'I married happily myself, and I have never tried to influence my
Nan shrank back, like a guilty thing. She had only listened to
discover whether it was some one she knew who had called; but these few
words of her mother's made her heart jump. She stole away noiselessly
to her own room. She sat down, anxious and agitated, fearing she
scarcely knew what.
She was not long left in suspense. Her mother came into the room and
shut the door.
'I thought I heard you come in, Nan,' she said; 'and it's lucky you
have, for Mr. Jacomb is here.'
'But I don't want to see Mr. Jacomb, mamma,' she said, breathlessly.
'He wants to see you,' her mother said, quietly; 'and I suppose you
know what it is about.'
'II suppose soyes, I can guess. Oh, mother, dear!' cried
Nan, going and clinging to her mother. 'Do me this great kindness! I
can't see him. I don't want to see him. Mother, you will go and speak
to him for me!'
'Well, that is extraordinary,' said Lady Beresford, who, however,
had far too great a respect for her nerves to become excited over this
matter or anything else. 'That's a strange request. I have just told
him I would not interfere. Of course I don't consider it a good match;
you might do a great deal better from a worldly point of view. But you
have always been peculiar, Nan. If you think it would be for your
happiness to become a poor clergyman's wife, I will not oppose it. At
the same time, I have always thought you might do better'
'Oh, mother, don't you understand?' Nan broke in. 'It's to ask him
to go away! I'm so sorry. If he had spoken before, I would have told
'You mean you refuse him, and I am to take the message,' said her
mother, staring at her. 'That is all?'
The girl was silent.
'I must say, Nan, you have been acting very strangely. You have lead
us all to believe that you were going to marry him. Why did you let the
man come about the house?'
'Don't speak like that to me, mother,' said Nan, with her under lip
beginning to quiver. 'II tried to think of it. I knew he wanted me to
be his wife; I thought it might be right; I thought I could do
something that way; andand I tried to persuade myself. But I can't
marry him, motherI can'tI don't wish to marry any oneI never will
'Don't talk nonsense, child!' said her mother, severely, for there
was a sort of tendency towards excitement in the atmosphere. 'Let me
understand clearly. I suppose you know your own mind. I am to go and
tell this man definitely that you won't marry him?'
'Mother, don't put it in that harsh way. Tell him I am very sorry.
Tell him I tried hard to think of it. Tell him I am sorry he has waited
so long; but if he had asked sooner'
'He would have had the same answer?'
The girl's faced flushed red, and she said in a strange sort of a
'Yesperhaps soI think it must have been the same answer at any
time. Oh, I never, never could have brought myself to marry him!
Mother, does it look crueldoes it look as if I had treated him
badly?' she added, in the same anxious way.
'No, I would not say that,' answered her mother, calmly. 'A man must
take his chance; and until he speaks he can't have an answer. I do not
think Mr. Jacomb has any reason to complainexcept, perhaps, that you
don't go yourself and hear what he has to say'
'Oh, mother, I couldn't do that. It would only be pain for both of
us. And then I don't refuse him, you see, mother; that's something'
Lady Beresford was uncertain. The truth was, she was not at all
sorry to be the bearer of this messageeven at the cost of a little
troublefor she did think that her daughter ought to marry into a
better position in life. But she had just been listening to what Mr.
Jacomb had to say for himself; and he had said a good deal, not only
about himself but about Nan, and her disposition, and what would best
secure her happiness, and so forth. Lady Beresford had been just a
little bit impressed, and the question was whether Nan ought not to be
invited to a fair consideration of the matter as represented by Mr.
'Well, Nan, if your mind is quite clear about it'
'Oh it is, mother,' she answered eagerly, 'quitequite'
That was an end. Her mother left the room, slowly; Nan listened for
her footsteps until she heard her go into the drawing-room and close
the door. Her first thought was to lock herself in, so that there
should be no appeal. Her next was that it was excessively mean and
cruel of her to experience this wonderful sense of relief, now that the
die was irrevocably cast.
'If there was anything I could do for him,' she was
thinking'anythinganything but that;' and then she listened again to
the stillness until she heard a bell ring, and the drawing-room door
open again, and some one descend the stairs into the hall. She felt
guilty and sorry at the same time. She wished she could do something by
way of compensation. He would not think it was mere heartlessness? For
indeed she had tried. And would she not have done him a far greater
wrong if she had married him without being able to give him her whole
Nan went to the window; but it was too dark for her to see anything.
She took it for granted he had gone away. She was glad, and ashamed of
herself for being glad. She reproved herself. And then she had a vague
sort of feeling that she would wear sackcloth and ashesor try to be
ten times kinder to everybodyor do something, anything, no matter
whatto atone for this very unmistakable sense of gladness that seemed
to pervade her whole being. She couldn't help it, because it was there;
but she would do something by way of compensation. And the first thing
she could think of was to go and brush the billiard-table with such
thoroughness that Mr. Tom, when he came home should say he had never
seen it in such good condition before.
That was a roaring party that somewhat later came inall flushed
faces and high spirits and delight; for they had walked all the way
from Falmer over the downs, under the guidance of the Canadian
experience of Frank King; and they had had wonderful adventures with
the snow-drifts; and the night was beautifula crescent moon in the
south, and high up in the south-east the gleaming belt of Orion. And
Nan greatly entered into the joy of these adventurers, and wished to
hear more of their futile efforts at skating; and was asking this one
and the other about everythinguntil she found Mr. Tom's eyes fixed on
'Nan,' said he, with scrutiny and decision, 'you've been in the
country to-day, walking.'
She admitted she had.
'And you had for your luncheon a bit of bread and an apple.'
'I generally take that as a precaution,' Nan said, simply.
'I thought so,' said Mr. Tom, with great satisfaction at his own
shrewdness. 'I can tell in a minute. For you always come back looking
highly pleased with yourself and inclined to be cheeky. I don't like
the look of you when you're too set up. Your tongue gets too sharp. I'd
advise you people to look out.'
Nan's conscience smote her. Was she so glad, then, that even
outsiders saw it in her face? She became graver; and she vowed that she
would be most reticent at dinner. Had she not promised to herself to
try to be ten times kinder to everybody?
And she very soon, at dinner, had an opportunity of displaying her
generosity. They were busy making havoc of the manner of a
distinguished person who was much talked of at that time, and whom they
had all chanced to meet. Now Nan ordinarily was very intolerant of
affectation; but had she not promised to be ten times kinder to
everybody? So she struck in in defence of this lady.
'But it is her nature to be affected,' said Nan. 'She is quite true
to herself. That is her disposition. It wouldn't be natural for her to
try not to be affected. She was born with that disposition. Look at the
idiotic grimaces that infants make when they try to show they are
pleased. And Mrs. wouldn't be herself at all if she wasn't
affected. She might as well try to leave off her affectations as her
clothes. She couldn't go about without any.'
'She goes about with precious little,' said Mr. Tom, who strongly
disapproved of scanty ball-dresses. And then he added, 'But that's Nan
all over. She's always for making the best of everything and everybody.
It's always the best possible world with her.'
'And isn't that wise,' said Frank King, with a laugh, 'considering
it's the only one we've got to live in at present?'
Nan was very bright and cheerful during this dinner, and Captain
Frank King was most markedly attentive to her, and interested in her
talking. When Nan began to speak, he seemed to consider that the whole
table ought to listen; and his was the first look that approved, and
the first laugh that followed. Then he discovered that she knew all
sorts of out-of-the-way things that an ordinary young lady could by no
possibility have been expected to know. It was more than ever clear to
him that these solitary wanderings had taught her something. Where had
she acquired all this familiarity, for example, with details about his
own professionor what had been his profession?
They went on to talk of the jeers of cabmen at each other, and how
sharp some of them were. Then again they began to talk about other
common sayingsthe very origin of which had been forgotten; and Frank
King spoke of a taunt which was an infallible recipe for driving a
bargee mad'Who choked the boy with duff?'though nobody, not
the bargees themselves, now knew anything whatever about the tragic
incident that must have happened sometime and somewhere.
'Yes,' said Nan at once, 'and there is another like that that the
collier-boats can't stand. If you call out to a collier, There's a
rat in your chains he'd drive his schooner ashore to get after
'I suppose you have tried,' said her mother, with calm dignity.
'I believe Nan spends most of her time,' said the Beauty, 'in making
mud-pies with the boys in Shoreham Harbour.'
'Never you mind, Nan,' her brother said to encourage her. 'Next time
we go to Newhaven, you'll call out to the colliers, There's a rat
in your chains, and I'll stop behind a wall and watch them beating
All during that dinner Nan was both amused and amusing, until a
trifling little incident occurred. She and Frank King on the other side
of the table had almost monopolised the conversation, although quite
unwittingly; and everybody seemed to regard this as a matter of course.
Now it happened that Madge, who sat next her betrothed, made some
slight remark to him. Perhaps he did not hear. At all events, he did
not answer, but addressed Nan instead, with reference to something she
had just been saying about lifeboats. Instantly, a hurt expression came
over Madge's face, and as instantly Nan saw it. From that moment she
grew more reserved. She avoided addressing herself directly to Captain
Frank King. She devoted herself chiefly to her mother; and when, at the
end of dinner, they adjourned in a body to the billiard-room (with the
happy indifference of youth) she followed Lady Beresford up to the
drawing-room and would herself make tea for her.
'Do you know, Nan,' she said, quite plainly, 'that whenever you are
in the room Frank pays no attention to any one else?'
'I thought he was doing his best to amuse everybody at dinner,' Nan
saidthough she did not raise her eyes. 'He told some very good
'Yes, to you,' Madge insisted. Then she added, 'You know I like it.
I hope he will always be good friends with all the family: for you see,
Nan, it will be lonely for me at Kingscourt for a while, and of course
I should like to have somebody from Brighton always in the house. And I
know he admires you very much. He's always talking about your
character, and your disposition, and your temperament, as if he had
been studying you like a doctor. I suppose I've got no character, or he
would talk about that sometimes. I don't understand itthat talking
about something inside you, as if it was something separate from
yourself; and calling it all kinds of sentiments and virtues, as if it
was clockwork you couldn't see. I don't see anything like that in you,
Nanexcept that you are very kind, you knowbut not so different from
other peopleas he seems to think.'
'It doesn't much matter what he thinks, does it?' suggested Nan,
'Oh no, of course not,' Madge said, promptly. 'He said I was a very
good skater, considering the horrid condition of the ice. They have a
large lake at Kingscourt.' Then after a pause, 'Nan, where did you
learn all that about the lighthouses and the birds at night?'
'Oh, that? I really don't know. What about it?it is of no
'But it interests people.'
'It ought not to interest you, or Captain King either. You will have
to think of very different things at Kingscourt.'
'When you and Mr. Jacomb come to Kings'
'Madge,' said Nan, quickly, 'you must not say anything like that. I
do not mean to marry Mr. Jacomb, if that is what you mean.'
'No? Honour bright?'
'I shall not marry Mr. Jacomb; and I am not likely to marry any
one,' she said, calmly. 'There are other things one can give one's life
to, I suppose. It would be strange if there were not.'
Madge thought for a second or two.
'Oh, Nan,' she said cheerfully, 'it would be so nice to have an
old-maid sister at Kingscourt. She could do such a lot of things, and
be so nice and helpful, without the fuss and pretension of a married
woman. It would be really delightful to have you at Kingscourt!'
'I hope, dear, you will be happy at Kingscourt,' said Nan, in a
somewhat lower voice.
'I shall never be quite happy until you come to stay there,' said
Madge, with decision.
'You will have plenty of occupation,' said Nan, absently. 'I have
been thinking if a war broke out I should like to go as one of the
nurses; and of course that wants training beforehand. There must be an
institution of some kind, I suppose. Now, good-night, dear.'
'Good-night, Mother Nan. But we are not going to let you go away
into wars. You are coming to Kingscourt. I know Frank will insist on
it. And it would just be the very place for you; you see you would be
in nobody's way; and you always were so fond of giving help. Oh, Nan,'
her sister suddenly said, 'what is the matter? You are crying! What is
Nan rose quickly.
'Crying? Nononever mind, MadgeI am tired
She got her sister out of the room only in time. Her overstrained
calmness had at length given way. She threw herself on the bed, and
burst into a passion of weeping; and thus she lay far into the night,
stifling her sobs so that no one should hear.
CHAPTER XX. THE SHADOW.
The process of disenchantment is one of the saddest and one of the
commonest things in life; whether the cause of it be the golden youth
who, apparently a very Bayard before marriage, after marriage gradually
reveals himself to be hopelessly selfish, or develops a craving for
brandy, or becomes merely brutal and ill-tempered; or whether it is the
creature of all angelic gifts and graces who, after her marriage,
destroys the romance of domestic life by her slatternly ways, or sinks
into the condition of a confirmed sigher, or in time discovers to her
husband that he has married a woman comprising in herself, to use the
American phrase, nine distinct sorts of a born fool. These discoveries
are common in life; but they generally follow marriage, which gives
ample opportunities for study. Before marriage man and maid meet but at
intervals; and then both are alike on their best behaviour. The
slattern is no slattern now; she is always dainty and nice and neat;
the golden youth is generous to a fault, and noble in all his ways; and
if either or both should be somewhat foolish, or even downright stupid,
the lack of wisdom is concealed by a tender smile or a soft touch of
the hand. It is the dream-time of life; and it is not usual for one to
awake until it is over.
But it was different with Frank King. The conditions in which he was
placed were altogether peculiar. He had made two gigantic mistakesthe
first in imagining that any two human beings could be alike: the second
in imagining that, even if they were alike, he could transfer his
affection from the one to the otherand he was now engaged in a
hopeless and terrible struggle to convince himself that these were not
mistakes. He would not see that Madge Beresford was very different from
Nan. He was determined to find in her all he had hoped to find. He
argued with himself that she was just like Nan, as Nan had been at her
age. Madge was so kind, and good, and nice; of course it would all come
right in the end.
At the same time, he never wished to be alone with Madge, as is the
habit of lovers. Nor if he was suddenly interested in anything did he
naturally turn to her, and call her attention. On the other hand, the
little social circle did not seem complete when Nan, with her grave
humour, and her quiet smile, and her gentle, kindly ways, was absent.
When she came into the room, then satisfaction and rest were in the
very air. If there was a brighter green on the sea, where a gleam of
wintry sunshine struck the roughened waters, whose eyes but Nan's could
see that properly? It was she whom he addressed on all occasions;
perhaps unwittingly. It seemed so easy to talk to Nan. For the rest, he
shut his eyes to other considerations. From the strange fascination and
delight that house in Brunswick Terrace always had for him, he knew he
must be in love with somebody there; and who could that be but Madge
Beresford, seeing that he was engaged to her?
Unhappily for poor Madge, Frank King was now called home by the old
people at Kingscourt; and for a time, at least, all correspondence
between him and his betrothed would obviously have to be by letter.
Madge was in great straits. A look, a smile, a touch of the fingers may
make up for lack of ideas; but letter-writing peremptorily demands
them, of some kind or another. As usual, Madge came to her elder
'Oh, Nan, I do so hate letter-writing. I promised to write every
morning. I don't know what in the world to say. It is such a nuisance.'
Nan was silent; of late she had tried to withdraw as much as
possible from these confidences of her sister's; but not very
successfully. Madge clung to her. Lady Beresford would not be bothered.
Edith was busy with her own affairs. But Nanold Mother Nanwho had
nothing to think of but other people, might as well begin and play the
old maid at once, and give counsel in these distressing affairs.
'I wish you would tell me what to say,' continued Madge, quite
'I? Oh, I cannot,' said Nan, almost shuddering, and turning away.
'But you know what interests him; for he's always talking to you,'
persisted Madge, good-naturedly. 'Anybody but me would be jealous; but
I'm not. The day before yesterday Mrs. went by; and I asked him to
look at her hair, that every one is raving about; and he plainly told
me your hair was the prettiest he had ever seen. Now, I don't call that
polite. He might have said except yours, if only for the look of the
thing. But I don't mindnot a bit I'm very glad he likes you, Nan'
It was almost a cry wrung from the heart. But in an instant she had
controlled herself again. She turned to her sister, and said with great
'Surely, dear, you ought to know what to write. These are things
that cannot be advised about. Letters of that kind are secret'
'Oh, I don't care about that. I think it is stupid,' said Madge at
once. 'There is no use having any pretence about it. And I don't know
in the world what to write about. Look,I have begun about the
Kenyons' invitation, and asked him whether he'd mind my going. I like
those little dances better than the big balls'
She held out the letter she had begun. But Nan would not even look
'It isn't usual, is it, Madge,' she said, hurriedly, 'for a girl who
is engaged to go out to a dance by herself?'
'But we are all going!'
'You know what I mean. It is a compliment you should pay him not to
'Well,' said Madge somewhat defiantly, 'I don't know about that. One
does as one is done by. And I don't think he'd care if I went and
danced the whole night througheven with Jack Hanbury.'
'Oh, how can you say such a thing!' said her sister, staring at her;
for this was a new development altogether.
But Madge was not to be put down.
'Oh, I am not such a fool. I can see well enough. There isn't much
romance about the whole affair; and that's the short and the long of
it. Of course it's a very good arrangement for both of us, I believe;
and that's what they say now-a-daysmarriages are arranged.'
'I don't know what you mean Madge! You never spoke like that
'Perhaps I was afraid of frightening you; for you have high and
mighty notions of things, dear Nan, for all your mouse-like ways. But
don't I see very well that he is marrying to please his parents; and to
settle down and be the good boy of the family? That's the meaning of
the whole thing'
'You don't mean to say, Madge,' said the elder sister, though she
hesitated, and seemed to have to force herself to ask the question,
'You don't mean to say you think he does notlove you?'
At this Madge flushed up a little, and said
'Oh, well, I suppose he does, in a kind of way, though he doesn't
take much trouble about saying it. It isn't of much consequence; we
shall have plenty of time afterwards. Mind, if only Jack Hanbury could
get invited by the Kenyons, and I were to dance two or three times with
him, and Frank get to hear of it, I suppose there would be a noble
rampage: then he might speak out a little more.'
'Have you been dreaming Madge?' said Nan, again staring at her
sister. 'What has put such monstrous things into your head? Mr.
Hanburyat the Kenyons'and you would dance with him!'
'Well, why not?' said Madge, with a frown; for this difficulty about
the letter-writing had clearly operated on her temper and made her
impatient. 'All the world isn't supposed to know about the
Vice-Chancellor's warning. Why shouldn't he be invited by the Kenyons?
And why should he know that I am going? And why, if we both happen to
be there, shouldn't we dance together? Human beings are human beings,
in spite of Vice-Chancellors. They can't lock up a man for dancing with
you? At all events, they can't lock me up, even if Jack is there.'
'Madge, put these things out of your head. You won't go to the
Kenyons', for Captain King would not like it'
'I don't think he'd take the trouble to object,' Madge interjected.
'And Mr. Hanbury won't be there; and there will be no dancing, and
no quarrel. If you wish to write to Captain King about what will
interest him, write about what interests yourself. That he is sure to
be interested in'
'Well, but that is exactly what I can't write to him about. I know
what I am interested in well enough. Edith has just told me Mr. Roberts
has been pressing her to fix a time for their marriage. She thinks the
end of April; so that they could be back in London for the latter end
of the season. Now I think that would do very well for us tooand it
is always nice for two sisters to get married on the same dayonly
Frank has never asked me a word about it, and how am I to write to him
about it? So you see, wise Mother Nan, I can't write to him about what
Nan had started somewhat when she heard this proposal; it seemed
strange to her.
'April?' she said. 'You've known Captain King a very short time,
Madge. You were not thinking of getting married in April next?'
'Perhaps I'd better wait until I'm asked,' said Madge, with a laugh,
as she turned to go away. 'Well, if you won't tell me what to write
about, I must go and get this bothered letter done somehow. I do
believe the best way will be to write about you; that will interest him
Frank King remained away for a few weeks, and during this time the
first symptoms appeared of the coming spring. The days began to
lengthen, there were crocuses in the gardens, there were reports of
primroses and sweet violets in the woods about Horsham; in London
Parliament was sitting, and in Brighton well-known faces were
recognisable amongst the promenaders on the Saturday afternoons. Then
Mr. Roberts, as Edith's accepted suitor, received many invitations to
the house in Brunswick Terrace; and in return was most indefatigable in
arranging riding-parties, driving-parties, walking-parties, with in
each case a good hotel for luncheon as his objective point. Madge
joined in these diversions with great good-will; and made them the
excuse for the shortness of the letters addressed to Kingscourt. Nan
went also; she was glad to get into the country on any pretence; and
she seemed merry enough. When Mr. Roberts drove along the King's Road
with these three comely damsels under his escort, he was a proud man;
and he may have comforted himself with the question, that as beer
sometimes led to a baronetcy, why shouldn't soda-water?
Strangely enough, Nan had entirely ceased making inquiries about
sisterhoods and institutions for the training of nurses. She seemed
quite reconciled to the situation of things as they were. She did not
cease her long absences from the house; but every one knew that on
these occasions she was off on one of her solitary wanderings; and she
came home in the evening apparently more contented than ever. She had
even brought herself to speak of Madge's married life, which at first
she would not do.
'You see,' she said to her sister on one occasion, 'if you and Edith
get married on the same day, I must remain and take care of mamma; she
must not be left quite alone.'
'Oh, as for that,' said Madge, 'Mrs. Arthurs does better than the
whole of us; and I'm not going to have you made a prisoner of. I'm
going to have a room at Kingscourt called Nan's room, and it shall
have no other name as long as I am there. Then we shall have a proper
house in London by and by; and of course you'll come up for the season,
and see all the gaieties. I think we ought to have one of the red
houses just by Prince's; that would be handy for everything; and you
might come up, Nan, and help me to buy things for it. And you shall
have a room there too, you shall; and you may decorate it and furnish
it just as you like. I know quite well what you would likethe room
small; the woodwork all bluey-white; plenty of Venetian embroidery
flung about; all the fire-place brass; some of those green Persian
plates over the mantelpiece; about thirteen thousand Chinese fans
arranged like fireworks on the walls; a fearful quantity of books and a
low easy-chair; red candles; and in the middle of the whole thing a
nasty, dirty, little beggar-girl to feed and pet'
'I think, Madge,' her sister said, gravely, 'that you should not set
your heart on a town-house at all. Remember, old Mr. King is giving his
son Kingscourt at a great sacrifice. As I understand it, it will be a
long time before the family estate is what it has been; and you would
be very ungrateful if you were extravagant'
'Oh, I don't see that,' said Madge. 'They are conferring no favour
on me. I don't see why I should economise. I am marrying for fun, not
She blurted out this inadvertentlyto Nan's amazement and
horrorbut instantly retracted it, with the blood rushing to her
'Of course I don't mean that, Nanhow could I have been so stupid!
I don't mean thatexactly. What I mean is that it doesn't seem
to me as if it was supposed to be a very fearfully romantic match, and
all that kind of thing. It's a very good arrangement; but it isn't I
who ought to be expected to make sacrifices'
'But surely your husband's interests will be yours!' exclaimed Nan.
'Oh yes, certainly,' her sister said, somewhat indifferently. 'No
doubt that's true, in a way. Quite true, in a kind of way. Still, there
are limits; and I should not like to be buried alive for ever in the
Then she sighed.
'Poor Jack!' she said.
She went to the window.
'When I marry, I know at least one who will be sorry. I can fancy
him walking up and down therelooking at the house as he used to do;
and, oh! so grateful if only you went to the window for a moment. He
will see it in the papers, I suppose.'
She turned to her sister, and said, triumphantly
'Well, the Vice-Chancellor was done that time!'
'Valentine's morning. You can send flowers without any kind of
writing to be traced. Do you think I don't know who sent me the
'At all events, you should not be proud of it. You should be sorry.
It is a very great pity'
'Yes, that's what I think,' said Madge. 'How can I help pitying him?
It wouldn't be natural not to pity him, Vice-chancellor or no
Vice-chancellor. I hate that man.'
'I say it is a great pity that Mr. Hanbury does not accept his
dismissal as inevitable; and as for you, Madge, you ought not even to
think of him. Captain King sent you that beautiful card-case on
Valentine's morning; that is what you should remember.'
'Captain King could send me a white elephant if he chose,' said
Madge, spitefully. 'There's no danger to him in anything he does. It's
different with poor Jack.'
'Madge,' said her sister, seriously, 'do you know that you are
talking as if you looked forward to this marriage with regret?'
'Oh no, I don'tI'm not such a fool,' said Madge, plainly. 'I know
it's stupid to think about Jack Hanbury; but still, one has got a
Then she laughed.
'I will tell you another secret, Nan. If he daren't write to me he
can send me things. He sent me a booka noveland I know he meant me
to think the hero himself. For he was disappointed in love, too, and
wrote beautifully about his sufferings, and at last the poor fellow
blew his brains out.'
'Well, Mr. Hanbury couldn't do that, at all eventsfor reasons,'
'Now that is a very bad joke,' said Madge, in a sudden outburst of
temper; 'an old, stupid, bad joke, that has been made a hundred times.
I'm ashamed of you, Nan. They say you have a great sense of humour;
that's when you say things they can't understand; and they pretend to
have a great sense of humour too. But where's the humour in that?'
'But Madge, dear,' said Nan, gently, 'I didn't mean to say anything
against Mr. Hanbury'
'In any case, there is one in this house who does not despise Mr.
Hanbury for being poor,' said Madge, hotly. 'It isn't his fault that
his papa and mamma haven't given him money and sent him out into the
world to buy a wife!'
And therewith she quickly went to the door and opened it, and went
out and shut it again with something very closely resembling a slam.
CHAPTER XXI. DANGER AHEAD.
Nan waited the return of Frank King with the deepest anxiety. She
would see nothing in these wild words of Madge's but an ebullition of
temper. She could not bring herself to believe that her own sistera
girl with everything around her she could desire in the worldwould
deliberately enter upon one of those hateful marriages of convenience.
It was true, Nan had to confess to herself, that Madge was not very
impressionable. There was no great depth in her nature. Then she was a
trifle vain, and liked admiration; and she was evidently pleased to
have a handsome and certainly eligible suitor. But noit was
impossible that she had really meant what she said. When Captain King
came back, then the true state of affairs would be seen. Madge was not
going to marry for money or positionor even out of spite.
And when Frank King did come back, matters looked very well at
first. Madge received him in a very nice, friendly fashion, and was
pleased by certain messages from the old folks at Kingscourt. Nan's
fears began to fade away. Nothing more was heard of Jack Hanbury. So
far as Madge was concerned everything seemed right.
But Nan, who was very anxious, and on that account unusually
sensitive, seemed to detect something strange in Frank King's manner.
He had nothing of the gay audacity of an accepted suitor. When he paid
Madge any little attention, it appeared almost an effort. He was
preoccupied and thoughtful; sometimes, after regarding Madge in
silence, he would apparently wake up to the consciousness that he ought
to be more attentive to her; but there did not seem to be much
joyousness in their relationship. When these two happened to be
togetherduring the morning stroll down the pier, or on the way home
from church, or seated at a concertthey did not seem to have many
things to speak about Frank King grew more and more grave; and Nan saw
it, and wondered, and quite failed to guess at the reason.
The fact was that he had now discovered what terrible mistake he had
made. He could blind himself no longer. Madge was not Nan; nor anything
approaching to Nan; they were as different as day and night. Face to
face with this discovery, he asked himself what he ought to do.
Clearly, if he had made a mistake, it was his first duty that no one
else should suffer by it. Because he was disappointed in not finding in
Madge certain qualities and characteristics he had expected to find, he
was not going to withdraw from an engagement he had voluntarily entered
into. It was not Madge's fault. If the prospect of this marriage
pleased her, he was bound to fulfil his promise. After all, Madge had
her own qualities. Might they not wear as well through the rough work
of the world, even if they had not for him the fascination he had hoped
for? In any case, the disappointment should be his, not hers. She
should not suffer any slight. And then he would make another desperate
resolve to be very affectionate and attentive to her; resolves which
usually ended in his carrying to her some little present of flowers, or
something like that, having presented which, he would turn and talk to
'I say, Beresford,' he suddenly observed, one night at dinner, 'I
have an invitation to go salmon-fishing in Ireland. Will you come?'
'Well, but' Madge interposed with an injured air, as if she
ought to have been consulted first.
'I should like it tremendously!' said Mr. Tom, with a rush.
'I am told the scenery in the neighbourhood is very fine,' continued
Captain King; 'at all events we are sure to think so half a dozen years
hence. That is one of the grand points about one's memory; you forget
all the trivial details and discomforts, and only remember the best.'
He quite naturally turned to Nan.
'I am sure, Miss Nan,' he said, 'you have quite a series of
beautiful little pictures in your mind about that Splügen excursion.
Don't you remember the drive along the Via Mala, in the shut-up
carriagethe darkness outsideand the swish of the rain'
'Well,' said Madge, somewhat spitefully, 'considering you were in a
closed carriage and driving through darkness, I don't see much of a
beautiful picture to remember!'
He did not seem to heed. It was Nan he was addressing; and there was
a pleased light in her eyes. Reminiscences are to some people very
'And you recollect the crowded saloon in the Splügen inn, and the
snug little corner we got near the stove, and the little table. That's
where you discovered the use of stupid people at dinner-parties'
'What's that?' Mr. Tom demanded to know.
'It's a secret,' Captain King answered, with a laugh. 'And I think
you were rather down-hearted next morninguntil we began to get up
through the clouds. That is a picture to remember at all eventsa
Christmas picture in summer time. Do you remember how green the pines
looked above the snow? And how blue the sky was when the mist got
driven over? And how business-like you looked in your ulsterbuttoned
up to the chin for resolute Alpine work. I fancy I can hear now the
very chirp of your boots on the wet snowit was very silent away up
'I know,' said Nan, somewhat shamefacedly, 'that when I saw
Ristoratore stuck up on the house near the top, I thought it was a
place for restoring people found in the snow, until I heard the driver
call out Du, hole Schnapps.'
'Wasn't that a wild whirl down the other side!' he continued,
delightedly. 'But you should have come into the Customs-house with me
when I went to declare my cigars. You see it wouldn't do for me, who
might one day get a coastguard appointment, to try on any smuggling.
But I did remonstrate. I said I had already paid at Paris and at Basel;
and that it was hard to have to pay three import dues on my cigars.
Well, they were very civil. They said they couldn't help it. Why not
buy your cigars in the country where you smoke them? asked an old
gentleman in spectacles. Because, Monsieur, I answered him, with the
usual cheek of the English, I prefer to smoke cigars made of tobacco.
But he was quite polite. After charging me eighteen francs, he bowed me
out, and said a rivederla; to which I responded Oh no, thank you;
and then I found you and your sisters all laughing at me, as if I had
been before a police-magistrate to be admonished.'
'You don't forget all the disagreeable details, then?' said Nan,
with a smile.
But the smile vanished from her face when he began to talk about
Bellagio. He did so without any covert intention. It was always a joy
to him to think or talk about the time that he and the three sisters
spent together far away there in the south. And it was only about the
Serenata and the procession of illuminated boats that he was thinking
at this moment.
'I suppose they will sooner or later have all our ships and steamers
lit with the electric light; and everything will be ghastly white and
ghastly black. But do you remember how soft and beautiful the masses of
yellow stars were when the boats came along the lake in the darkness?
It was indeed a lovely night. And I think we had the best of
itsitting there in the garden. I know I for one didn't miss the music
a bit. And then it was still more lovely when the moon rose; and you
could see the water, and the mountains on the other side, and even the
houses by the shore. I remember there was a bush somewhere near us that
scented all the air'
Madge had been regarding her sister closely.
'It must have been a magical night,' she said quickly, 'for Nan's
face has got quite white just thinking of it.'
He started. A quick glance at the girl beside him showed him that
she was indeed pale; her eyes cast down; her hand trembling. Instantly
he said, in a confused hurry,
'You see, Miss Anne, there was some delay about the concert. One
steamer did really come back to Bellagio. We had our serenade all the
samethat is to say, any who were awake. You see, they did not intend
to swindle you'
'Oh, no! oh, no!' said Nan; and then, conscious that Madge was still
regarding her, she added with a desperate effort at composure,
'We heard some pretty music on the water at Venice. Edith picked up
some of the airs. She will play them to you after dinner.'
That same night, as usual, Madge came into Nan's room, just before
'Nan,' she said, looking straight at her, 'what was it upset you
about Frank's reminding you of Bellagio?'
'Bellagio?' repeated Nan, with an effort to appear unconscious, but
with her eyes turned away.
'Yes; you know very well.'
'I know that I was thinking of something quite different from
anything that Captain King was saying,' Nan said, at length. 'Andand
it is of no consequence to you, Madge, believe me.'
Madge regarded her suspiciously for a second, and then said, with an
air of triumph,
'At all events, he isn't going to Ireland.'
'Oh, indeed,' Nan answered, gently. 'Well I'm glad; I suppose you
prefer his not going?'
'It nearly came to a quarrel, I know,' said Madge, frankly. 'I
thought it just a bit too cool. At all events, he ought to pretend to
care a little for me.'
'Oh, Madge, how can you say such things? Care for youand he has
asked you to be his wife? Could he care for you more than that?'
'He has never even thanked me for not going to the Kenyons' ball,'
said Madge, who appeared to imagine that Nan was responsible for
everything Captain King did or did not do.
'Surely he would take it for granted you would not go!' remonstrated
the elder sister.
'But he takes everything for granted. And he scarcely ever thinks it
worth while to speak to me. And I know it will be a regular bore when
we go to Kingscourt, with the old people still there, and me not
mistress at all; and what am I to do?'
She poured out this string of wild complaints rapidly and angrily.
'Good-night, Madge,' said Nan; 'I am rather tired to-night.'
'Good-night. But I can tell you if he hadn't given up Ireland, there
would have been a row.'
It was altogether a strange condition of affairs; and next day it
was apparently made worse. There had been a stiffish gale blowing all
night from the south; and in the morning, though the sky was cloudless,
there was a heavy sea running, so that from the windows they saw white
masses of foam springing into the airhurled back by the sea-wall at
the end of Medina Terrace. When Captain King came along Mr. Tom at once
proposed they should all of them take a stroll as far as the Terrace;
for now the tide was full up and the foam was springing into the blue
sky to a most unusual height. And, indeed, when they arrived they found
a pretty big crowd collected; a good many of whom had obviously been
caught unawares by the shifting and swirling masses of spray. It was a
curious sight. First the great wave came rolling on with but little
beyond an ominous hissing noise; then there was a heavy shock that made
the earth tremble, and at the same moment a roar as of thunder; then
into the clear sky rose a huge wall of gray, illuminated by the
sunlight, and showing clearly and blackly the big stones and smaller
shingle that had been caught and whirled up in the seething mass.
Occasionally a plank of drift timber was similarly whirled upsome
thirty or forty feet; disappearing altogether again as it fell crashing
into the roar of the retreating wave. It was a spectacle, moreover,
that changed every few seconds, as the heavy volumes of the sea hit the
breakwater at different angles. The air was thick with the salt spray;
and hot with the sunlighteven on this March morning.
Then it became time for Mr. Tom and Captain Frank to go and witness
a challenge game of rackets that had been much talked of; and the girls
walked back with them as far as Brunswick Terrace, Madge being with
'Why is it one never sees Mr. Jacomb now?' he asked of his
'I saw him only the other day,' she said evasively.
'But he does not come to the house, does he?'
'Nno,' said Madge.
'Has he left Brighton?'
'Oh no,' answered Madge, and she drew his attention to a brig that
was making up Channel under very scant sail indeed.
'I daresay he has a good deal of work to do,' said Frank King
absently. 'When are they going to be married?'
Madge saw that the revelation could be put off no longer.
'Oh, but they are not going to be married. Nan isn't going to be
married at all.'
He stared at her, as if he had scarcely heard her aright; and then
he said slowly
'Nan isn't going to be married? Why have you never told me before?'
'Oh, it is a private family matter,' said Madge, petulantly. 'It is
not to be talked about. Besides, how could I know it would interest
He remained perfectly silent and thoughtful. They walked along.
Madge began to think she had been too ungracious.
'I suppose she tried to bring herself to it for a time,' she said,
more gently. 'She has wonderful ideas, Nan has; and I suppose she
thought she could do a deal of good as a clergyman's wife. For my part,
I don't see what she could do more than she does at present. It's just
what she's fit for. Poor people don't resent her going into their
houses as they would if it was you or I. She manages it somehow. That's
how she gets to know all about out-of-the-way sort of things; she's
practical; and people think it strange that a young lady like her
should know the ways and habits of common people; and that's why she
interests them when she talks. There's nothing wonderful in it. Anybody
can find out what the profit is on selling oranges, if you like to go
and talk to a hideous old wretch who is smelling of gin. But I don't
say anything against Nan. It's her way. It's what she was intended for
by Providence, I do believe. But she was sold that time she wanted to
get up a little committee to send a constant supply of books and
magazines to the lighthousescirculating you know. She wrote to Sir
George about it; and found the Admiralty did that already.'
There was a strange, hopeless, tired look on this man's face. He did
not seem to hear her. He appeared to know nothing of what was going on
When they reached the door of the house, he said,
'Good-bye?' she repeated, inquiringly. 'I thought we were all going
to see the Exhibition of Paintings this afternoon.'
'I think I must go up to London for a few days,' he said, with some
hesitation. 'Thereis some business'
She said no more; but turned and went indoors without a word. He
bade good-bye to Edith and to Nannot looking into Nan's face at all.
Then he left with the brother, and Mr. Tom was silent, for his friend
King seemed much disturbed about something, and he did not wish to
As for Madge, she chose to work herself into a pretty passion,
though she said nothing. That she should have been boasting of her
triumph in inducing, or forcing, him to give up that visit to Ireland
only to find him going off to London without warning or explanation,
was altogether insufferable. She was gloomy and morose all the
afternoon; would not go to see the pictures; refused to come in and
speak to certain callers; and at dinner made a little show of sarcasm
that did not hurt anybody very much.
The evening brought her a letter. Thus it ran:
'Dear MadgeI thought you looked angry when you went indoors this
morning. Don't quarrel about such a trifle as my going to London. I
shall be back in two or three days; and hope to bring with me the big
photograph of Kingscourt, if they have got any copies printed yet.
'From whom is your letter, Madge?' Lady Beresford said,
'From Frank, mamma,' said the young lady, as she quietly and
determinedly walked across the room andthrust it into the fire!
That same night Miss Madge also wrote a note; but the odd thing was
that the writing of both note and address was in a disguised hand. And
when, some little time thereafter, the others were in the
billiard-room, it was Madge herself who slipped out from the house and
went and dropped that missive into the nearest pillar letter-box.
CHAPTER XXII. A CATASTROPHE.
However, Madge's ill-temper was never of long duration; and at this
particular time, instead of sinking farther into sulks over the absence
of her lover, she grew day by day more joyous and generous and
affectionate. The change was most marked; and Nan, who was her sister's
chief confidant, could not make it out at all. Her gaiety became almost
hysterical; and her kindness to everybody in the house ran to
extravagance. She bought trinkets for the servants. She presented Mr.
Tom with a boot-jack mounted in silver; and he was pleased to say that
it was the first sensible present he had ever known a girl make. But it
was towards Nan that she was most particularly affectionate and
'You know I'm not clever, Nan,' she said, in a burst of confidence,
'and I haven't got clockworks in my brain, and I daresay I'm not
interestingto everybody. But I know girls who are stupider
than I am who are made plenty of. And of course, if you don't have any
romance when you're young, when are you likely to get it after?'
'But I don't know what you mean, Madge!' Nan exclaimed.
Nor did Madge explain at the moment. She continued
'I believe it was you, Nan, who told me of the young lady who
remarked, What's the use of temptation if you don't yield to it?'
'That was only a joke,' said Nan, with her demure smile.
'Oh, I think there's sense in it,' said the practical Madge. 'It
doesn't do to be too wise when you're young.'
'It so seldom happens, Madge!' said her sister.
'There you are again, old Mother Hubbard, with your preaching! But
I'm not going to quarrel with you this time. I want your advice. I want
you to tell me what little thing I should buy for Frank, just to be
friends all round, don't you know?'
'Friends? Yes, I hope so!' said Nan, with a grave smile. 'But how
can I tell you, Madge? I don't know, as you ought to know, what Captain
King has in the way of cigar-cases or such things'
'But call him Frank, Nan! Do, to please me. And I know he would like
'Some time I may,' said Nan evasively. 'Afterwards, perhaps.'
'When you come to Kingscourt,' said Madge, with a curious kind of
Nan was silent, and turned away; she never seemed to wish to speak
of Kingscourt or her going there.
Frank King's stay in London was prolonged for some reason or other;
at length he announced his intention of returning to Brighton on a
particular Thursday. On the Tuesday night Nan and Madge arranged that
they would get fresh flowers the next day for the decoration of the
'And this is what I will do for you, Madge, as it is a special
occasion,' remarked Miss Anne, with grave patronage. 'If you will get
up early tomorrow, I will take you to a place, not more than four miles
off, where you will find any quantity of hart's-tongue fern. It is a
deep ditch, I suppose a quarter of a mile long, and the banks are
covered. Of course I don't want any one to know, for it is so near
Brighton it would be harried for the shops; but I will show you the
place, as you will soon be going away now; and we can take a basket.'
'But how did you find it out, Nan?'
'Some one showed it to me.'
'The singing-woman, I suppose?'
'Yes. Think of that. I believe she could get twopence a root; and
she might fill a cart there. But she won't touch one.'
'No,' said Edith, with a superior smile. 'She leaves that for young
ladies who could very well afford to go to a florist's.'
'What I shall take won't hurt,' said Nan, meekly.
So, next morning, Nan got up about eight; dressed, and was ready to
start. That is to say, she never arranged her programme for the day
with the slightest respect to meals. So long as she could get an apple
and a piece of bread to put in her pocket she felt provided against
everything. However, she thought she would go along to Madge's room,
and see if that young lady had ideas about breakfast.
Madge's room was empty; and Nan thought it strange she should have
gone downstairs without knocking at her door in passing. But when Nan
also went below she found that Madge had left the house before any one
was up. She could not understand it at all.
Mr. Tom came down.
'Oh,' said he, indifferently, 'she wants to be mighty clever and
find out those ferns for herself.'
'But I did not tell her where they were. I only said they were on
the road to ' said Nan, naming the place: the writer has reasons of
his own for not being more explicit.
'All the cleverer if she can find out. The cheek of the young party
is pyramidal,' said Mr. Tom, as he rang for breakfast.
But at lunch, also, Madge had not turned up.
'It is very extraordinary,' said Lady Beresford, though she was too
languid to be deeply concerned.
'Oh no, it isn't, mother,' said Mr. Tom. 'It's all Nan's fault. Nan
has infected her. The Baby, you'll see, has taken to tramping about the
country with gipsies; and prowling about farmers' kitchens; and
catching leverets, and stuff. We lives on the simple fruits of the
earth, my dears; we eats of the root, and we drinks of the spring; but
that doesn't prevent us having a whacking appetite somewhere about
seven forty-five. Edith, my love, pass me the cayenne-pepper.'
'Boys shouldn't use cayenne-pepper,' said Nan.
'And babies should speak only when they're spoken to,' he observed.
'Mother, dear, I have arrived at the opinion that Madge has run away
with young Hanbury. I am certain of it. The young gentleman is fool
enough for anything'
'You always were spiteful against Mr. Hanbury,' said Edith, 'because
his feet are smaller than yours.'
'My love,' retorted Mr. Tom, with imperturbable good-nature, 'his
feet may be small. It is in his stupidity that he is really great. Jack
Hanbury can only be described in the words of the American poet: he is
a commodious ass.'
Now this conjecture of Mr. Tom's about the cause of Madge's
disappearance was only a piece of gay facetiousness. It never did
really occur to him that any onethat any creature with a head capable
of being brokenwould have the wild audacity to run away with one of
his sisters, while he, Mr. Tom Beresford, was to the fore. But that
afternoon post brought Nan a letter. She was amazed to see by the
handwriting that it was from Madge; she was still more alarmed when she
read these words, scrawled with a trembling hand, and in pencil:
'Dearest, dearest Nan, don't be angry. By the time you get this Jack
and I will be married. It is all for the best, dear Nan; and you will
pacify them; and it is no use following us; for we shall be in France
until it is all smoothed down. Not a single bridesmaidwe daren'tbut
what wouldn't I do for Jack's sake? It is time I did something to make
up for all he has sufferedhe was looking so illin another month he
would have died. He worships me. You never saw anything like it.
Jack has just come back; so good-bye; from your loving, loving sister,
MARGARET HANBURY.Do you know who that is, Nan?'
Nan, not a little frightened, took the letter to her brother, and
gave it him without a word. But Mr. Tom's rage was at once prompt and
voluble. That she should have disgraced the familyfor, of course, the
whole thing would be in the papers! That she should have cheated and
jilted his most particular friend! But as for this fellow Hanbury
'I said it all along. I told you what would come of it! I knew that
fellow was haunting her like a shadow. Well, we'll see how a shadow
likes being locked up on bread and water. Oh, it's no use your
protesting, Nan; I will let the law take its course. We'll see how he
likes that. Stone walls do not a prison makethat's what love-sick
fellows say; don't they? Wait a bit. Mr. Jack Hanbury will find that
stone walls make a very good imitation of a prison, at all events'
'But, Tomdear Tom,' Nan pleaded, 'it is no use making matters
worse. Let us try to make them better. If Madge is married, it can't be
helped now. We must make the best of it'
He paid no attention to her; he was still staring at the ill-written
'That's all gammon about their going to France. He hasn't money for
travelling. She spent all hers in nick-nacksto propitiate people, the
sneak! They're in London.'
He looked at his watch.
'I can just catch the 5.45 express. Nan, you go and tell the others;
they needn't squawk about it all over Brighton.'
'What are you going to do, Tom?' said his sister, breathlessly.
'Find out where they are first. Then Colonel Fitzgerald and Mr.
Mason must take it up. Then Mr. Jack Hanbury will suddenly find himself
inside Millbank prison.'
She caught him by the hand.
'Tom, is it wise?' she pleaded again. 'They are married. What is the
use of revenge? You don't want to make your own sister miserable?'
'She has brought it on herself,' he said, roughly.
'Then that is what I am to think of you,' she said, regarding him,
'that some day I may hear you talk in that way about me?'
He never could resist the appeal of Nan's clear, faithful eyes.
'You wouldn't be such a fool,' he said. 'And they won't touch Madge.
It's only that fellow they'll go forthe mean hound, to marry a girl
for her money.'
'How do you know it was for her money, Tom?' Nan pleaded. 'I am
certain they were fond of each other'
'I don't want to miss my train,' said he. 'You go and tell the
maternal I'm off to London. I suppose you don't know the address of
'No, I don't.'
'Well, I'm off. Ta, ta!'
So the irate Mr. Tom departed. But in the comparative silence of the
Pullman car the fury of his rage began to abate; and it dawned upon him
that, after all, Nan's counsel might have something in it. No doubt
these two young foolsas he mentally termed themwere married by this
time. He still clung to the idea that Jack Hanbury deserved
punishmenta horsewhipping or something of the kind; but Madge was
Madge. She was silly; and she had 'got into a hole;' still, she was
Madge. She might be let off with a serious lecture on her folly and on
her disregard of what she owed to the other members of the family.
Only, the first thing was to find out their whereabouts.
On arriving in London he drove to his club, and after some little
searching discovered that Mr. Gregory Hanbury's address was Adelphi
Terrace, whither he at once repaired. Mr. Hanbury was at dinner. He
sent up his card nevertheless, and asked to be allowed to see Mr.
Hanbury on particular business. The answer was a request that he would
step upstairs into the dining-room.
He found that occupied by two gentlemen who were dining together at
the upper end of a large table. One came forward to meet him. He took
it for granted this was Mr. Hanburya slight, short man, with black
hair and eyes, and a very stiff white cravat.
'Mr. Beresford,' said he, 'I can guess what has brought you here.
Let me introduce you to my brotherMajor Hanbury. It is an unfortunate
The other gentlemanalso slight and short, but with a sun-browned,
dried-up face, and big gray moustachebowed and resumed his seat.
'You know, then, that your son has run away with my sister,' said
Mr. Tom, somewhat hotlythough he had determined to keep his temper.
'Perhaps you know also where they are?'
'No farther,' said the black-haired gentleman, with perfect
calmness, 'than that I believe them to be in London. It is only about a
couple of hours since I heard of the whole affair. I immediately sent
for my brother. It is a most distressing business altogether. Of course
you are chiefly concerned for your sister; but my son is in a far more
'Yes, I should think so!' exclaimed Mr. Tom. 'I should think he was!
But you don't know where they are?'
'No; I only know they are in London. I received a letter from my son
this afternoon, asking me to intercede for him with the Court of
Chancery; and it is from this letter that I learn how serious his
position ismore serious than he seems to imagine. He appears to think
that now the marriage has taken place, the Vice-Chancellor will condone
'He won't: I will take good care that he shan't!' Mr. Tom said.
'My dear sir, I am sorry to say that my son is in a very awkward
situation, even although no personal vindictiveness be shown towards
him. Your sister is not of age, I believe?'
'Of course not. She's just turned eighteen.'
'Ah. Then you see, Jack had to declare that she was of age. And he
appears to have stated that he had resided three weeks in the parish,
whereat he only came up from Brighton yesterday morning. And, again,
marrying in the direct teeth of an order of the CourtI am afraid,
sir, that he is in a bad enough predicament without any personal
vengeance being shown him.'
This seemed to strike Mr. Tom.
'I don't hit a man when he's down. I will let the law take its
course. I shan't interfere.'
'Don't you think, sir,' said this man with the calm black eyes and
the quiet manner, 'that it might be wiser, in the interests of your
sister, if you were to help us to arrange some amicable settlement
which we could put before the Court? I believe the guardians of the
young lady were very much misinformed about my son's character and his
intentions with regard to her. I am certain that it was not her fortune
that attracted him, or that could have led him into the perilous
position he now occupies. Now, if we could go before the
Vice-Chancellor, and say, The marriage is not so unsuitable, after
all. The young man comes of a highly respectable family. His relations
(that is, my brother and myself, sir) are willing to place a
substantial sum at his disposal for investment in a sound
businessindeed there is a brewery at Southampton that my brother has
just been speaking of'
'A brewery!' exclaimed Mr. Tom; but he instantly recollected that
beer was as good as soda-water from a social point of view.
'And if we could say to the Vice-Chancellor that the friends of the
young lady were willing to condone his offencealways providing, of
course, and naturally, that your sister's fortune should be strictly
settled upon herselfthen, perhaps, he might be let off with a humble
apology to the Court; and the young people be left to their own
happiness. My dear sir, we lawyers see so much of the inevitable
hardship of human life that when a chance occurs of friendly
'That's all very well,' blurted out Mr. Tom. 'But I call it very
mean and shabby of him to inveigle my sister away like that. She was
engaged to be married to an old friend of mine; a much better fellow,
I'll be bound! I call it very shabby.'
'My dear sir,' said the lawyer, placidly, 'I do not seek for a
moment to excuse my son's conduct, except to remind you that at a
certain period of life romance counts for something. I believe many
young ladies are like the young lady in the playI really forget what
her name waswho was disappointed to find that she was not to be run
away with. However, that is a different matter. I put it to you whether
it would not be better for every one concerned if we were to try to
arrive at an amicable arrangement, and give the young people a fair
start in life.'
'Of course I can't answer for all our side,' said Mr. Tom, promptly.
'You'd better come with me to-morrow, and we'll talk it over with
Colonel Fitzgerald and Mr. Mason. I don't bear malice. I think what you
say is fair and rightif the settlement is strict. And if it came to
be a question of interceding, there's an old friend of ours, Sir George
Stratherne, who, I know, knows the Vice-chancellor very intimately'
'My dear sir!' the lawyer protested, with either real or affected
horror, 'do not breathe such a thing!do not think of such a thing.
The duty of the Vice-chancellor to his wards is of the extremest kind;
his decisions are beyond suspicion; what we have got to say we must say
in open court.'
'But if they were to lock your son up in prison,' said Mr. Tom, with
a gentle smile, 'that couldn't prevent Sir George taking my sister to
call on the Vice-Chancellor some afternoon at his own house. And Madge
is rather pretty. And she might cry.'
'Will you take a glass of wine, Mr. Beresford?' said the lawyer,
effusively; for he saw that he had quite won over Mr. Tom to his side.
'No, thank you,' said the latter, rising; 'I must apologise for
interrupting your dinner. I'll look up Colonel Fitzgerald and Mason
to-morrow morning; and bring them along here most likely; that will be
the simplest way. I suppose you are likely to know sooner than any one
where these two fugitives have got to?'
'I think so. I have sent an advertisement to the morning papers. I
shall certainly counsel my son to surrender at once and throw himself
on the mercy of the Court. My dear sir, I am exceedingly obliged to you
for your kindness, your very great kindness in calling.'
'Oh, don't mention it,' said Mr. Tom, going to the door. And then he
added, ruefully, 'Now I've got to go and hunt up my friend; and tell
him that my own sister has jilted him. You've no idea what a treat that
CHAPTER XXIII. AT LAST.
He found Frank King in the little room in Cleveland Row, alone,
sitting before the fire, a shut book on the small table beside him.
'I've got bad news for you, King,' he said, bluntly. 'I wish it
hadn't been my sister. But you know what women are. It's better to have
nothing at all to do with them.'
'But what is it?' Frank King said, with some alarm on his face.
'Madge has bolted.'
'Madge has bolted?' the other repeated, staring at Mr. Tom in a
bewildered sort of way.
'Yes. Gone and married that fellow Hanbury. This morning. I'm very
sorry I have to come to you with a story like that about my own
Mr. Tom was very much surprised to find his friend jump up from the
chair and seize him by the arm.
'Do you know this, Beresford,' he said, in great excitement, 'you
have taken a millstone from my neck. I have been sitting wondering
whether I shouldn't cut my throat at once, or make off for
'Oh, come, I say!' interposed Mr. Tom, with a quick flush.
'Oh, you needn't think I have anything to say against your sister,'
exclaimed his friendon whose face there was a sudden and quite
radiant gladness. 'You don't understand it at all, Beresford. It will
take some explanation. But I assure you you could not have brought me
pleasanter news; and yet I have not a word to say against your sister.
I know that is a privilege you reserve for yourself; and quite right
It was manifestly clear that Captain King was not shamming
satisfaction; not for many a day had his face looked so bright.
'Well, I'm glad you take it that way,' said Mr. Tom. 'I thought you
would be cut up. Most fellows are; though they pretend not to be. I
really do believe you're rather glad that Madge has given you the
'Sit down, Beresford, and I will tell you all about it. I proposed
to your sister Anne years ago.'
'To Nan? Why wasn't I told?'
'These things are not generally preached from the house-tops. She
refused me point-blank; and I knew she was a girl who knew her own
mind. Then I rejoined my ship; and remained mostly abroad for a long
time. I fancied it would all blow over; but it didn't; I was harder hit
than I thought; and then, you know, sailors are driven to think of
bygone things. Well, you remember when I came homewhen I met you in
the street. I thought I should like to have just another glimpse of
Nanof Miss Anne, I meanbefore she married the parson. Do you
remember my going into the drawing-room? Madge was therethe perfect
image of Nan! Indeed; I thought at first she was Nan herself. And
wasn't it natural I should imagine the two sisters must be alike in
disposition too? And then, as it was hopeless about Nan, I fanciedI
imaginedwell, the truth is, I made a most confounded mistake,
Beresford; and the only thing I have been thinking of, day and night,
of late, was what was the proper and manly thing to dowhether to tell
Madge franklyor whether to say nothing, with the hope that after
marriage it would all come right. And now you needn't wonder at my
being precious glad she has herself settled the affair; and there is
not a human being in the world more heartily wishes her lifelong
happiness than I do. And I wish to goodness I knew some way of letting
her know that too.'
Tom stretched out his legshis hands were in his pocketsand said,
'So you thought Madge was the same as Nan. I could have told you
different, if you had asked me. You thought you could find another girl
like Nan. If you want to try, you'll have to step out. By the time
you've found her, the Wandering Jew 'll be a fool compared to you.
Girls like Nan don't grow on every blackberry bush.'
'I know that,' said Frank King, with a sigh.
Then Mr. Tom looked at his watch.
'I'm very hungry,' said he. 'Have you dined?'
'No, I have not. I was going to walk along to the club when you came
'Come with me to the Waterloo. You see, something must be done about
these two ninnies. He must get something to do; and set to work. The
Baby has never been accustomed to live up a tree. She must have a
Frank King got his coat and hat; and they both went out. He was
thinking of his own affairs mostlyand of this singular sense of
relief that seemed to permeate him; Mr. Tom, on the other hand, was
discussing the various aspects of the elopement, more particularly with
regard to the Court of Chancery. During dinner the two friends arrived
at the conclusion that people generally would look upon the affair as a
harmless, or even humorous, escapade; and that the Court, seeing that
the thing was done, would allow the young people to go their way, with
a suitable admonition.
This was not quite what happened, however. To begin with, there was
a clamour of contention and advice among guardians and friends; there
were anonymous appeals to the runaways in agony-columns; there were
futile attempts made to pacify the Court of Chancery. All the
Beresfords came up to town, except Nan, who remained to look after the
Brighton house. The chief difficulty of the moment was to discover the
whereabouts of Mr. John Hanbury. That gentleman was coy; and wanted to
find out something of what was likely to happen to him if he emerged
from his hiding-place. At last it was conveyed to him that he was only
making matters worse; then he wrote from certain furnished apartments
in a house on the south-west side of Regent's Park; finally, there was
a series of business interviews, and it was arranged that on a
particular day he should attend the Court and hear the decision of the
On that fateful morning, poor Madge, her pretty eyes all bedimmed
with tears, and her lips tremulous, was with her sisters and mother in
the rooms in Bruton Street; the gentlemen only attended the Court. Jack
Hanbury was looking exceedingly nervous and pale. And indeed, when the
case came on, and the Vice-chancellor began to make certain
observations, even Mr. Tom, whose care for the future of his sister had
now quite overcome all his scorn for that fellow Hanbury, grew somewhat
alarmed. The Court did not all appear inclined to take the
free-and-easy view of the matter that had been anticipated. The
Vice-Chancellor's sentences, one after the other, seemed to become more
and more severe, as he described the gross conduct and contempt of
which this young man had been guilty. He deplored the condition of the
law in England, which allowed persons to get married on the strength of
false statements. He wound up his lecture, which had a conciseness and
pertinence about it not often found in lectures, by the brief
announcement that he should forthwith make an order committing Mr. John
Hanbury to Holloway Prison.
There was an ominous silence for a brief second or so. Then the
Court was addressed by Mr. Rupertwho was Mary Beresford's husband,
and a fairly well-known Q.C.who made a very humble and touching
little appeal. He said he represented the relatives of the young lady;
he was himself a near relative; and they were all inclined to beg his
Lordship to take a merciful view of the case. They did not think the
young man, though he had acted most improperly, was inspired by
mercenary motives. He was now in Court; and was anxious to make the
most profound apology. If his Lordship
But at this moment his Lordship, by the slightest of gestures,
seemed to intimate that Mr. Rupert was only wasting time; and the end
of it was that Mr. Jack Hanbury, after having heard a little more
lecturing on the heinousness of his conduct, found himself under the
charge of the tipstaff of the Court, with Holloway prison as his
destination. It was not to be considered as a humorous escapade after
'Madge will have a fit,' said Mr. Tom, when they were outside again.
'Some one must go and tell her. I shan't.'
'I knew he must be committed,' said Mr. Rupert to the young man's
father. 'There was no help for that; his contempt of Court was too
heinous. Now the proper thing to do is to let him have a little dose of
prisonthe authority of the Court must be vindicated, naturally; and
then we must have a definite scheme for the establishment of the young
man in business before we beg the Court to reconsider the matter. I
mean, you must name a sum; and it must be ready. And then there must be
an understanding that Miss BeresfordI mean Mrs. Hanbury'ssmall
fortune shall be settled on herself.'
'My advice,' remarked Mr. Tom, 'is that Madge should go herself and
see the Vice-Chancellor. She might do the pathetic businessa wife and
not a widow, or whatever the poetry of the thing is. I think it's
deuced hard lines to lock up a fellow for merely humbugging an old
parson up in Kentish Town. Why shouldn't people get married when they
want to? Fancy having to live three weeks in Kentish Town! I wouldn't
live three weeks in Kentish Town to marry a Duchess.'
'I am afraid,' said Mr. Rupert, drily, 'that the Vice-chancellor is
too familiar with the sight of pretty damsels in distress. I think, Mr.
Hanbury, if you can produce a deed of partnership with your friends in
Southampton, that would be more likely to influence the Court. On our
side we agree. And of course there must be a humble apology from the
young man himself. We had better wait a week, or a fortnight, and then
renew the application. I will go myself and tell the young lady what
Madge did not go into a fit at all; but what she did do was to
decline positively to remain in Bruton Street. No; back she would go to
the rooms that her dear Jack had taken for her. They might come to see
her there if they liked; but that was her home; it was her place as a
wife to remain in the home that her husband had chosen for her. Madge
did not cry as much as had been expected; she was angry and indignant,
and she said hard things about the condition of the law in England; and
she had a vague belief that her brother Tom was a renegade and traitor
and coward because he did not challenge the Vice-Chancellor to a duel
on Calais sands.
Nevertheless, in her enforced widowhood, Madge found time to write
the enclosed letternay, she went first of all to the trouble of
walking down Baker Street until she came to a shop where she could get
very pretty and nicely scented notepaper for the purpose:
'DEAR FRANKTom brought me yesterday your very manly and generous
letter, and I must write and thank you for your kind wishes for my
happiness. It's dreadful to think that persons should be shut up in
prison, when everybody is agreed it is needlessmerely to satisfy a
form. You are very kind in what you say; you were always kind to
mekinder than I deserved. But I didn't think you would mind very much
my running away; for I am sure you care far more for Nan than you ever
cared for me; and now Edith declares that Nan has been in love with you
all the time. I hear you have been doing everything in your power
towards getting poor Jack out of prison; and so I thought I would do
you a good turn also. You might take this letter to Nan, and ask her if
every word in it isn't trueunless you think you've had enough of our
family already. Dear Frank, I am so glad you forgive me; and when I get
out of my present deep distress I hope you will come and see us and be
like old friends.Yours sincerely, MADGE HANBURY.'
At this present moment Captain King, as they still call him (for all
these things happened not so long ago), considers this letter the most
valuable he ever received. Not any message from home announcing to the
schoolboy that a hamper would speedily arrive; not any communication
from the Admiralty after he had arrived at man's estate; nay, not any
one of Nan's numerous love-letterswitty, and tender, and clever, as
these werehad for him anything like the gigantic importance of this
letter. It is needless to say that, very shortly after the receipt of
it, and without saying a word to anybody, he slipped down to Brighton,
and got a room at the Norfolk.
It was so strange to think that Nan was a little way along there;
and that there was still a chance that that same Nanthe wonder of the
world with whose going away from him the world had got quite altered
somehowmight still be his! It bewildered him as yet. To think of Nan
at Kingscourt!her presence filling the house with sunlight; charming
everybody with her quiet, humorous ways, and her self-possession, and
her sweetness, and the faithfulness of her frank, clear eyes! And all
his thinking came back to the one point. This was now Nan herself he
had a chance of winning; not any imaginary Nan; not any substitute; not
any vision to be wavering this way and that; but the very Nan herself.
And if it was trueif the real Nan, after all, was to go hand-in-hand
through life with himwhere, of all the places in the world, should
they first go to together? To that far-away inn at Splügen, surely! Now
it would be his own Nan who would sit at the small table, and laugh
with her shining, clear eyes. She would walk with him up the steep
Pass; the sunlight on her pink cheeks; he would hear the chirp of her
boots on the wet snow.
Amid all this wild whirl of hope and doubt and delightful assurance,
it was hard to have to wait for an opportunity of speaking to Nan
alone. He would not go to the house, lest there should be visitors, or
some one staying there; he would rather catch Nan on one of her
pilgrimages in the country or along the downs, with solitude and
silence to aid him in his prayer. But that chance seemed far off. He
watched for Nan incessantly; and his sharp sailor's eyes followed her
keenly, while he kept at a considerable distance. But Nan seemed to be
very busy at this time. Again and again he was tempted to speak to her
as she came out of this or that shop, or when he saw her carrying an
armful of toys into some small back street. But he was afraid. There
was so much to win; so much to lose. He guessed that sooner or later
the vagrant blood in Nan would drive her to seek the solitariness of
the high cliffs over the sea.
It turned out differently, however. One squally and stormy morning
he saw her leave the house, her ulster buttoned up, her hat well down
over her brows. He let her pass the hotel, and slipped out afterwards.
By and by she turned up into the town, and finally entered a
stationer's shop, where there was a public library. No doubt she had
merely come to order some books, he said to himself, downheartedly, and
would go straight back again.
However, on coming out, he noticed her glance up at the driven sky,
where the clouds were breaking here and there. Then she went down East
Street towards the sea. Then she passed the Aquarium by the lower road.
This he could not understand at all, as she generally kept to the
He soon discovered her intention. There was a heavy sea rolling in;
and she had always had a great delight in watching the big waves come
swinging past the head of the Chain Pier. That, indeed, turned out to
be her destination. When he had seen the slight, girlish-looking figure
well away out there, he also went on the Pier, and followed.
It is needless to say that there was not a human being out there at
the end. Tags and rags of flying clouds were sending showers of rain
spinning across; between them great bursts of sunlight flooded the sea;
and the vast green masses of water shone as they broke on the wooden
piles and thundered on below. When he reached the head of the Pier, he
found that Nan, who fancied herself entirely alone, was resting her two
elbows on the bar, and so holding on her hat, as she looked down on the
mighty volumes of water that broke and rushed roaring below.
He touched her on the shoulder; she jumped up with a start, and
turned, growing a little pale as she confronted him. He, also, had an
apprehensive look in his eyesperhaps it was that that frightened her.
'Nothing has happened to Madge?' she said, quickly.
'No. But come over there to the shelter. I wish to show you a letter
she has written.'
A few steps brought them to a sudden silence; it was like stepping
from the outer air into a diving-bell.
'Nan, I want you to read this letter, and tell me if it is true.'
He gave it her; she read it; then slowly, very slowly, the one hand
holding the letter dropped, and she stood there silent, her eyes
'Nan, I have loved you since the very first night I ever saw you. I
tried to make believe that Madge was you; Madge herself has saved us
from what might have happened through that desperate mistake. And you,
Nanyou are free nowthere is no one in the wayis it true what
'It isn't quite true,' said Nan, in a very low voice; and her
fingers were making sad work with Madge's letter. 'I meanif she
meanswhat you can saysince the very first night that we met. But I
think at leastit is truesince'and here Nan looked up at him with
her faithful eyes, and in them there was something that was neither
laughing nor crying, but was strangely near to both'sincesince ever
we parted at Como!'
CHAPTER XXIV. 'BRING HOME THE BRIDE
'Poor Jack!' that was all Madge's cry. She did not care what
arrangement was being got up by the parents and guardians interested.
She did not want her fortune settled on herself. To her it did not
matter whether the brewery was in Southampton or in Jerusalem. All her
piteous appeal was that her dear Jack should be got out of prison; and
the opinion that she had formed of the gross tyranny, and cruelty, and
obstinacy of English law was of a character that dare not be set forth
'What is the use of it?' she would say. 'What good can it do except
to keep people miserable?'
'My dear child,' the sighing and sorely-troubled mother would
answer, 'the Vice-Chancellor has admitted that it can do no good. But
the authority of the Court must be vindicated'
'It is nothing but a mean and contemptible revenge?' exclaimed
However, Mr. Tom took a much more cool and business-like view of the
'When he is let out,' he remarked, 'I hope the Vice-chancellor will
make the other side pay the costs of all these applications and
proceedings. I don't see why we should pay, simply because Jack Hanbury
went and made an ass of himself.'
'I beg you to remember that you are speaking of my husband?' said
Madge, with a sudden fierceness.
'Oh, well, but didn't he?' Mr. Tom said. 'What was the use of
bolting like that, when he knew he must be laid by the heels? Why
didn't he go to his father and uncle to begin with, and get them to
make this arrangement they have now, and then have gone to the chief
clerk and showed him that there was no objection anywhere'
'It was because you were all against him,' said poor Madge,
beginning to cry. 'Everybodyeverybody. And now he may be shut up
there for a whole yearor two years'
'Oh, but he isn't so badly off,' said Mr. Tom, soothingly. 'You can
see they treat him very well. By Jingo, if it was the treadmill,
nowthat would exercise his toes for him. I tried it once in York
Castle; and I can tell you when you find this thing pawing at you over
your head it's like an elephant having a game with you. Never mind,
Madge. Don't cry. Look here; I'll bet you five sovereigns to one that
they let him out on the next applicationthat's for Thursday. Are you
'Do you mean it?' she said, looking up.
It was wonderful how quickly the light came into her face.
'Then there is a chance?' she said. 'I can't believe the others; for
they are only trying to comfort me. But if you would bet on it,
Tomthen there's really a chance.'
'Bet's off. You should have snapped at it, Madge. Never mind, you'll
have your dear Jack: that'll do instead.'
That afternoon Mary Beresford, now Mrs. Rupert, called, and Mr. Tom,
with much dignity of manner, came into the room holding an open letter
in his hand,
'Ladies and gentlemen,' he said, 'and friends assembled, I have a
piece of news for you. Mr. Francis Holford King, late Commander in Her
Majesty's Navy, has just contracted awhat d'ye call it?kind of
engagement with Miss Anne Beresford of that ilk. It strikes me this is
what is termed consolation-stakes'
'There you are quite wrong,' said Madge, promptly and cheerfully.
'He meant to make me the consolation-stakes: for it was Nan that he
wanted to marry all the way through.'
'Well, I shall be glad to see you all married,' said Tom. 'I've had
enough bother with you.'
'You look quite worn out,' his eldest sister remarked.
'At least,' he said, sitting down in an easy-chair and stretching
out his legs, 'at least I have gained some wisdom. I see the puzzlement
you girls are in who haven't got to earn your own living. You don't
know what on earth to do with yourselves. You read Ruskin, and think
you should be earnest; but you don't know what to be earnest about.
Then you take to improving your mind; and cram your head full of
earth-currents, and equinoxes, and eclipses of the moon. But what does
it all come to? You can't do anything with it. Even if you could come
and tell me that a lime-burner in Jupiter has thrown his wig into the
fire, and so altered the spectrum, what's that to me? Then you have a
go at philanthropythat's more practical; Sunday-school teaching,
mending children's clothes, doing for other people what they ought to
do for themselves, and generally cultivating pauperism. Then, lo and
behold! in the middle of all this there comes by a good-looking young
fellow; and phew! all your grand ideas are off like smoke; and it's all
Dear Jack! and Dear Alfred! and I'll go to the ends of the earth
with my sodger laddie! Oh, I know what life is. I see you girls begin
with all your fine ideas, and reading up, and earnestness'
'I suppose, then, there is no such thing as the formation of
character,' said his eldest sister, calmly.
'The formation of character!' exclaimed Mr. Tom. 'Out of books? Why,
the only one among you who has any character worth mentioning is Nan.
Do you think she got it out of books? No, she didn't. She got itshe
Here Mr. Tom paused for a second; but only to make a wilder dash.
'out of the sunlight! There's a grand poetical idea for you. Nan
has been more in the open than any of you; and the sunlight has filled
her brain, and her mind, and her disposition altogether'
'I presume that also accounts for the redness of her hair?' said
Tom rose to his feet. There was an air of resignation on his face as
he left the room. He said, half to himself,
'Well, Nature was right in making me a man. I couldn't have mustered
up half enough spite to make a passable woman.'
Now, the end of the Madge and Jack episode was in this wise. On the
second application the Vice-Chancellor flatly refused to release the
young man from prison. His gross offence had not yet been purged. It
was quite true, his Lordship admitted, that the young lady and the
guardians and relatives on both sides were also sharing in this
punishment; and it was unfortunate. Moreover, arrangements had now been
made which seemed to render the marriage a perfectly eligible one, if
only it had been properly brought about. Nevertheless the Court could
not overlook the young man's conduct; in prison he was; and in prison
he must remain.
More tears on the part of Madge. More advice from Mr. Tom that she
should go and plead with the Vice-Chancellor herself; he was sure her
pretty, weeping eyes would soften the flintiest heart. Correspondence
addressed by Captain Frank King to Admiral Sir George Stratherne,
K.C.B., containing suggestions not in consonance with the lofty
integrity of British courts of law.
Then, at last, the Vice-chancellor relented. Mr. Hanbury had given
an undertaking to execute any settlement the Court might think fit with
regard to the young lady's property. Then he must pay all costs of the
proceedings, likewise the guardians' costs. This being so, his Lordship
was disposed to take a merciful view of the case; and would make an
order discharging the young man from prison.
'Oh, Jack,' poor Madge exclaimed, when he was restored to her,
'shall I ever forget what you have suffered for my sake?'
Jack looked rather foolish among all these people; but at last he
plucked up courage, and went and made a straightforward apology to Lady
Beresford; and said he hoped this piece of folly would soon be
forgotten; and that Madge would be happy after all. The sisters were
disposed to pet him. Tom tolerated him a little. Then there was a
general bustle; for they were all (including Frank King) going down
again to Brighton; and they made a large party.
How clear the air and the sunlight were after the close atmosphere
of London! The shining seathe fresh breeze blowing inthe busy
brightness and cheerfulness of the King's Roadit all seemed new and
delightful again! And of course amidst the general clamour and
commotion of getting into the house, who was to take much notice of
Nan, or watch her self-conscious shyness, or regard the manner in which
she received Frank King after his absence? You see, Nan was always
wanted to do things, or fetch things, or send for things. 'She's a
house-keeperish kind of young party,' Tom used to say of her, when he
had coolly sent her to look out his shooting-boots.
The spring-time was come; not only was the sunshine clearer, and the
wind from the sea softer and fresher, but human nature, also, grew
conscious of vague anticipations and an indefinable delight, Flowers
from the sheltered valleys behind the downs began to appear in the
streets. The year was opening; soon the colours of the summer would
shining over the land.
'Nan-nie,' said Frank King to her who was most occasions now his
only and dear companion, they were walking along one of the country
ways, 'don't you think June is a good month to get married in?'
'Frank dear,' she said, 'I haven't had much experience.'
'Now, look here, Nan,' he saidthe others were a long way ahead,
and he could scold her as he liked. 'You may have some strong
pointswisdom, perhapsand a capacity for extracting money out of
people for lifeboatsand a knack of boxing the ears of small boys whom
you find shying stones at sparrowsI say you may have your strong
points; but flippancy isn't one of them. And this is a very serious
'I know it is,' said Nan, demurely. 'And far more serious than you
imagine. For, do you know, Frank, that the moment I get married I shall
cease to be responsible for the direction of my own life altogether.
You alone will be responsible. Whatever you say I should do, I will do;
what you say I must think, or believe, or try for, that will be my
guide. Don't you know that I have been trying all my life to get rid of
the responsibility of deciding for myself? I nearly endedlike such a
lot of people!in going over to the Church. Oh, Frank,' she said, 'I
think if it hadn't been for you I should have married a clergyman, and
She laughed a little, soft, low laugh; and continued:
'No, I think that never could have happened. But I should have done
somethinggone into one of those visiting sisterhoods, or got trained
as a nurseyou don't know what a good hospital nurse you spoiled in
me. However, now that is not my business. Undine got a soul when she
married; I give up mine. I shall efface myself. It's you who have to
tell me what to think, and believe, and try to do.'
'Very well,' said he. 'I shall begin by advising you to give up
cultivating the acquaintance of tinkers and gipsies; and first of all
to resolve not to speak again to Singing Sal.'
'Oh, but that's foolishthat is unnecessary!' she said, with a
stare; and he burst out laughing.
'Here we are at the outset!' he said. 'But don't you think, Nan-nie,
you might let things go on as they are? You haven't done so badly after
all. Do you know that people don't altogether detest you? Some of them
would even say that you made the world a little brighter and pleasanter
for those around you; and that is always something.'
'But it's so little,' said Nan. 'Andand I had thought ofof I
don't know what, I believein that Cathedral at Lucerneand now I am
going to do just like everybody else. It's rather sneaky.'
'What is?' he asked. 'To be a good woman?'
'Oh, you are not philosophical,' she said. 'And meme too. My
brain, what there was of it, is clean gone; my heart has got complete
mastery. It is really ludicrous that my highest ambition, and my
highest delight, should be to be able to say I love you, and to go on
saying it any number of times. But then, dear Frank, when all this
nonsense is over between us, then we will set to work and try and do
some good. There must be something for us to do in the world.'
'Oh yes, no doubt,' he said, 'and do you know when I think this
nonsense will be over between you and me, Nan?when you and I are
lying dead together in Kingscourt churchyard.'
She touched his hand with her handfor a moment.
'And perhaps not even then, Frank.'
* * * * * *
Well, it was a double wedding, after all; and Mr. Roberts was
determined that it should be memorable in Brighton, if music, and
flowers, and public charities would serve. Then Mr. and Mrs. Jack
Hanbury were to come along from Southampton; and Mr. Jacomb had, in the
most frank and manly fashion, himself asked permission to assist at the
marriage ceremony. There were, of course, many presents; two of which
were especially grateful to Nan. The first was a dragon-fly in rubies
and diamonds, the box enclosing which was wrapped round by a sheet of
note-paper really belonging to Her Majesty, and hailing from Whitehall.
These were the words scrawled on the sheet of paper:
'This is for the wedding of the BEAUTIFUL WRETCH, who has now
completed the list of her atrocities by jilting her oldest
The second present that was particularly prized by Nan carries us on
to the wedding-day. It was one of the clearest of clear June days; a
fresh southerly wind tempering the heat; there was scarcely a cloud in
the blue. How these rumours get about it is impossible to say; but a
good many people seemed to have discovered that there was to be a
double wedding; and there was an unusual crowd about the entrance to
the church and along both sides of the roofed portico. Among these
people was one who attracted a little mild polite curiosity. She was a
country-looking, fresh-complexioned young woman, who was smartly
dressed and trim as to ribbons and such things; and she held in her
hand a basket of fairly good size and of fancy wicker-work. And this
basket, those nearest her could see, held nothing else than a mass of
wild roses, all with the thorns carefully removed from the stems, and
set in a bed of moss and sweetbrier leaves. It was such a bouquet,
surely, as had never been presented to a bride beforeif, indeed, it
was, intended for the bride.
That was soon to be seen. The great organ was still pealing out
Mendelssohn's 'Wedding March' (Mr. Tom had offered to give 10 pounds to
the poor-box of the choir if the choristers would play instead the
Swedish 'Bring home the bride so fair!')(forgetting that there were
two brides, and that Edith was dark) when the first of the bridal
procession came along, Edith and her husband and her bridesmaids. Then
came Nan. As she was passing, the fresh-coloured wench timidly stepped
forward and offered her the basket of wild roses. Nan stopped; glanced
at her, and recognised her; and then, to the wonder of the crowd, they
saw the young bride take the basket with her trembling white-gloved
fingers, while the other hand was boldly put forward to shake hands
with the country lass. Singing Sal was greatly taken aback; but she
took Nan's hand for the briefest second, and managed to say something
quite incoherent about 'long life and happiness, MissI beg your
pardon, MissMa'am;' and then the gleaming procession passed on.
Nan was very proud of that basket of wild flowers. She would not
part with it. She had it placed before her on the table when all the
people had assembled and sat down. And perhaps there was one there who,
looking alternately at the bright-eyed bride who sat beside him, and at
that basket of wild roses, red, and white, and pink, and whitish-red
and whitish-pink, may have said to himself that there was no red one
there half so red as her lips, and no white one half so white as her
clear and shining soul.
THE PUPIL OF AURELIUS
AUTHOR OF 'MACLEOD OF DARE,' 'SUNRISE,' ETC.
MACMILLAN AND CO.
CHAPTER I. A BLOW FACED.
On a Sunday morning in the early part of November 1878 a stranger
arrived at Euston Square, and passed from the gloom of the station into
the brighter air of the London streets, there pausing for a second or
two to look around him. He was a man of about fifty, short, thin, wiry,
square-shouldered; his features firm even to sternness, and hardened by
exposure to wind and weather; his hair gray; his beard also gray and
clipped short. The harshness of his face, however, was in a measure
tempered by the look of his eyes; these were calm and contemplative,
perhaps even with a shade of melancholy in them. For the rest, he was
well and warmly clad in home-spun cloth; and he carried with him a
small hand-bag, which appeared to be his only luggage.
He hesitated only for a moment. As he turned off to the left he met
two labourers coming along.
'This is the way to London Bridge, is it not?' he asked, slowly, and
with a strong northern accent.
'Yes, sir,' said one of them; and then, as he looked after the
departing stranger, he took the pipe from his mouth and grinned, and
said to his companion,
'Scottie means to walk it.'
The new-comer's next encounter was less satisfactory. A
drunken-faced woman jumped up from a door-step and begged for alms. He
had not seen her. Instinctively his hand went to his pocket. Then he
glanced at her.
'No!' he said, with unnecessary severity, and passed on.
But instantly the woman was transformed into a cursing and swearing
virago. She followed him, making the little thoroughfare resound with
her shrill abuse. Most people would, in such circumstances, have looked
out for a policeman, or tried to get away somewhere, but this man
turned round and stood still and regarded the woman. There was neither
anger nor surprise nor scorn in his look, but a calm observation. He
listened to her foul language, as if wishing to understand it; and he
regarded the bloated face and bleared eyes. The woman was not prepared
for this examination. With another parting volley she slunk off. Then
the new-comer continued on his way, saying only to himself:
'It is strange. I do not think that God could have meant any of His
creatures to be like that.'
Now let us see what manner of man this was who was passing into the
larger space and wan sunlight of Euston Road, making for London Bridge,
with but little hurry, and always with his eyes regarding the withered
trees, or the closed shops, or the early omnibuses, with an observation
that had no curiosity in it, rather as if these were mere passing
phenomena that left no permanent impression on a mind too busily
occupied with its own speculations.
His name was John Douglas. His father had been a small shipowner in
Greenock, and, dying, had left this, his eldest son, a fortune of about
10,000 pounds. John Douglas, after patient judgment of the matter,
arrived at the conclusion that it was far from just and fitting that he
should have the exclusive use of this money, so he lent 7000 pounds, or
thereabouts, to his two younger brothers, who forthwith took it, and,
unhappily, themselves also, to the bottom of the sea, in a vessel
which, recklessly, they had not insured. Thereupon John Douglas, having
still over 3000 pounds, invested it in what was then considered a safe
concern, and finding his wants very few and very simple, repaired to
the Renfrewshire coast, and found there a small cottage overlooking the
Firth of Clyde and the sea, where he could live cheaply and
comfortably. And he did live there very comfortably and contentedly,
though not quite to the satisfaction of his neighbours, who resented
the intrusion amongst them of a man who minded his own business, who
would not listen to any tittle-tattle, who was absolutely indifferent
as to what opinion, good or ill, they might have of him, and who took
long and solitary walks among the hills on Sundays as on other days.
It ought to be said here at the outset that this man's character is
not set up as in any way an exemplar. If mankind at large were so many
John Douglases the world would not get on at all. We should have no
iron bridges built, or Atlantic cables laid, or financial companies
started, and we certainly should not have any man-killing machines a
million or half-a-million strong; whereas every well-conducted person
knows that such things are now-a-days absolutely necessary. The truth
is, that John Douglas, or Captain Douglas, as the neighbours called him
with a kind of grudging respect, was a skulker from the battle of
humanity. What he wanted was a beach of white sand, a hot day, a blue
sea, a book, a pipe, and the absence of his fellow-creatures. He was
kind to such people as he was forced to meet; and he was a favourite
amongst the children in that part, for he bought them toys and
sweetmeats when he went to Greenock; but he preferred the society of
his books to that of his neighbours, and he was impatient of idle talk.
Indeed, what was the use of their conversing with a man who was far
more interested in the first blossoming of the furze in spring than in
a Cabinet crisis, and who would go away and search for birds' nests in
the woods, for the mere pleasure of looking at them, when the whole
civilised world, from the Cloch Lighthouse all the way to Largs, was
convulsed with the news that minister in a parish adjacent had been
heard to say something disrespectful about Calvin?
The three books, one or other of which John Douglas usually carried
with him on his rambles by sea-shore or through some country lanes,
were the New Testament, Marcus Aurelius, and Tannahill's Poems; but
perhaps it was the wise Emperor with whom he most closely communed as
the waves rippled along the sand, and the shifting lights crossed the
clear blue of the Arran hills. He had so entered into the spirit of
that proud and patient stoicism, that he considered himself proof
against anything that might happen to him in life or in death. It was a
voice from far away, it is truemuffled, as if from the tomb; but it
was human, sympathetic, kindly in the main.
'Every moment think steadily as a Roman and a man to do what thou
hast in hand with perfect and simple dignity, and feeling of affection,
and freedom, and justice; and to give thyself relief from all other
thoughts. And thou wilt give thyself relief, if thou doest every act of
thy life as if it were the last, laying aside all carelessness and
passionate aversion from the commands of reason, and all hypocrisy, and
self-love, and discontent with the portion which has been given to
thee. Thou seest how few the things are, the which if a man lays hold
of, he is able to live a life which flows in quiet, and is like the
existence of the gods; for the gods, on their part, will require
nothing more from him who observes these things.'
'If thou workest at that which is before thee, following right
reason seriously, vigorously, calmly, without allowing anything else to
distract thee, but keeping thy divine part pure, as if thou shouldst be
bound to give it back immediately; if thou holdest to this, expecting
nothing, fearing nothing, but satisfied with thy present activity
according to nature, and with heroic truth in every word and sound
which thou utterest, thou wilt live happy. And there is no man who is
able to prevent this.'
Or if one should not find any great work in the world to tackle?
'Always bear this in mind, that very little indeed is necessary for
living a happy life. And because thou hast despaired of becoming a
dialectician, and skilled in the knowledge of nature, do not for this
reason renounce the hope of being both free and modest and social and
obedient to God.'
Or has one been injured?
'The best way of avenging thyself is not to become like the
Why should one desire praise or fear blame?
'Which of these things is beautiful because it is praised, or
spoiled by being blamed? Is such a thing as an emerald made worse than
it was if it is not praised? or gold, ivory, purple, a lyre, a little
knife, a flower, a shrub?'
John Douglas knew nothing of the opinion in which he was held by his
neighbours; and, if he had known, he would not have heeded one jot.
Now it was in the waning of the year, when the great fuchsia-tree
covering the front of Braeside Cottage had dropped all its dark-red
bells, and when the rowan-trees along the road were yellowing, though
masses of the scarlet berries still remained to delight the eye, that
the news of the breaking of the City of Glasgow Bank came to these
parts. There were those who knew that the residue of Captain Douglas's
small fortune was invested in that flourishing concern, which had been
paying dividends of 10 and 11 per cent; and they also suspected that he
would know nothing of the terrible crash, for he seldom read
newspapers. But not one of them would go and take the bad news to him.
If he had not been a very sociable man, it was not through pride. He
had done many generous actions. The children were fond of him. They
waited for himself to find out the misfortune that had overtaken him.
Douglas's first intimation was contained in a letter sent him by a
solicitor in Greenock. The vague reference to what had happened he did
not understand at first; but he called his old housekeeper and bade her
to bring him the newspapers of the last few days; and then he sat down,
quietly and composedly, and read the story of his ruin.
First came rumours about a certain bank. Then the definite statement
that the City of Glasgow Bank had suspended payment. Then guesses at
the deficit, beginning with 3,000,000 pounds, along with indignant
comments about the manner in which the business of the bank had been
conducted, and commiseration for the shareholders, the large majority
of whom, it was anticipated, would have to surrender every farthing of
which they were possessed.
Douglas read on and read through; and was neither shocked nor
bewildered. He even remembered something about an official
communication which he had opened a day or two before, and hastily
dropped in order to fling a book at a strange cat that had come into
the garden, and was cowering in wait for a chaffinch. He scarcely knew
enough of business to understand who the creditors were; but he could
perceive that if they had even 2,000,000 pounds owing to them, the
first calls would far more than sweep away his little property and
leave him a beggar. Very well. He looked at the newspapers again; there
was nothing in these crumpled sheets that could hurt him. A branch of a
tree blown down by the wind on the top of his head could hurt him; or a
chimney-pot falling from a roof; or a horse lifting its leg and kicking
him; but a newspaper report he could thrust into the fire. He looked
out of the window; the broad waters of the Firth were all ruffled into
a dark blue by the morning breeze, and the sunlight shone along the
yellow shores of Innellan; and far in the south Arran's jagged peaks
were a clear blue among the silvery clouds: these things could not be
altered by anything happening in Glasgow. He looked at his hands; there
were ten fingers there that had not done much work in the world; surely
it was time they should try? And surely they could win for him bread
and milk, or at the worst bread and water? In the meantime the thought
of the cat had recalled to him that he had not as yet scattered crumbs
for the birds that morning. That was the first thing to be done; and so
he went and did it.
There can be no doubt that this contemptuous indifference was
largely the result of the teachings of Marcus Aurelius, which this
solitary man had drank in until they seemed to have got absorbed into
his very blood. But there was something more; there was a vein of
personal pride of a very distinct kind. He would not admit to himself
that any number of bank-directors in Glasgow or elsewhere had the power
to harm him. Moreover, when, after waiting a considerable time to see
how things would go, he went to Greenock to consult the solicitor who
had written to him, and to whom he was known, this stubborn pride and
independence came out more strongly than ever.
'The question is,' said he, in his slow, emphatic way, 'do I owe the
money, or do I not owe the money?'
'No doubt of it, Captain Douglas,' the other remonstrated; 'you are
morally as well as legally bound. But the liquidators are human beings;
they do not wish to press for the uttermost farthing; and well they
know that this first call of 500 pounds on every 100 pounds of stock
will ruin many and many a poor creature, and turn him or her out into
the world. There is even a talk of a Relief Fund; I believe the Lord
Provost of Glasgow and other gentlemen'
John Douglas's face flushed quickly.
'I wish not to hear of such things,' he said, with a touch of
resentment. Then he added more slowly, 'I will take money from no man.
I will earn my own living; if I cannot do that, what title have I to
live at all? But I will take this obligation from you yourself, Mr.
Campbell; if you will lend me five pounds, which I will repay to you.
And I would like to take with me a few portraits, of my family and
forbears, that can be of no use to any one; and one or two books
likewise; then the rest can go to the liquidators, to roup or scatter
to the winds as they see fit. I am a man of few words; I will repay you
the money, if my health remains to me; and it will be enough to carry
me to London and start me there.'
'To London!' said the tall fair man in spectacles.
'It is the great labour market of the world; it is natural I should
go there. Besides, there is another thing,' he added, with a trifle of
embarrassment. 'Our family were well known in these parts in former
years, and respected. I know not what I may have to turn my hand to. I
will begin where I can be alone.'
He was a wilful man, and he had his way. He got the five pounds and
the few pictures, and the three books named above; and when he entered
the third-class carriage that was to bear him through the night to
London, it was without fear. He had ten fingers, and he could live on a
crust of bread and a drink of clear water. What was the hardship? Had
not the great Emperor himself counted it among the blessings of his
lifeone of the things for which he was ever to be gratefulthat he
had been taught to work with his own hands?
CHAPTER II. ALONE IN LONDON.
This, then, was the man who now found himself in the sickly daylight
of the great city, walking along the wide thoroughfare on this Sunday
morning. The grim and grizzled face was somewhat tired looking after
the long and wakeful journey, and the dark eyes were fatigued and
melancholy; but his step was light and firm. And it was well that it
was so. He had been in other large towns before, but not in this one;
and as he had determined to make for London Bridge, to get lodgings
near there,seeing that that looked on the map to be about the centre
of the commercial district,he had traced out the safest route, by
Pentonville Road and City Road down to the Bank. As he trudged and
trudged, however, and no Bank made its appearance, he gradually woke
himself out of that dreamy and contemplative mood. He began to make
inquiries about distance and so forth. The driver of a four-wheeled
cab, his purple bemuddled face lighting up with a dull sort of humour,
gave him a facetious invitation to get inside the tumble-down old
vehicle. The conductors of one or two passing omnibuses hailed him; and
he gathered from their 'Benk! Benk!' that at least he was in the right
direction. But he was not going to spend money causelessly; so he
At length, when he got to the wide square fronting the Royal
Exchange, the solitariness of the place struck him with a strange
chill. All the great buildings closed and deserted; not a
habitable-looking house anywhere. But there were numbers of people
passing along the thoroughfaresmostly groups of young men of about
two-and-twenty, tallow-faced, round-shouldered, wearing over-coats and
billycock hats, and smoking short pipes; and there were crowded
omnibuses coming rolling along (what a difference was this roar and
rabble from the quiet of the Sabbath morning far away there on the
northern coast!), and these people must live somewhere. So again he
contentedly trudged on; down King William Street; over the bridge
spanning the misty river; along the Borough Road; until he arrived at
Union Street. He had so far failed in his quest for lodgings; but in
Union Street he espied a coffee-house; and as he had become both tired
and hungry, he entered the dingy little place, sat down, and ordered a
cup of coffee and a roll and butter.
It was a kind of shelter, after all; though everything was
dreadfully dirty, and there was a heavy odour in the place. The waiter
brought him a greasy newspaper; but he put it aside. Then came his
breakfast. The butter was not touchable; but he reflected that it was a
luxury which he, living on another man's money, had had no right to
order. When he had paid back the 5 pounds, he would consider the
question of butterthough not butter such as this. He ate the dry
roll, and managed to swallow the strangely-tasting coffee; then he fell
asleep; and was eventually wakened by the ringing of church bells.
So, having paid his shot, he wandered out again into the pale and
misty sunlight; and as he had been struck by the appearance of St.
Saviour's in crossing the bridge, he strolled back thither, and entered
the church, and sat down in a pew. He remained through the earlier part
of the service; but when the sermon began, he left. The streets were
now quite busy, though the shops were closed. It was not like Sunday on
the shores of the Firth of Clyde.
'In any case,' he was thinking, 'it can be no great breaking of the
Sabbath that a man should provide himself with a lodging to cover his
Eventually, after much patient wandering and inquiring, he found a
house in the Southwark-bridge Roadhe was attracted to it by the
presence of one or two flower-boxes on the window-sillswhere he was
offered a small, fairly neat and clean bedroom for the sum of
three-and-sixpence per week. Thereupon the bargain was closed; and John
Douglas found himself established at least with headquarters, from
whence he could issue to fight his battle with the great forces of
Well, day after daynay, week after weekpassed, and all his
efforts to obtain employment, had resulted in nothing. It was not
through any shame-facedness or fastidiousness or false pride. He was
ready to do anything. Many people thought this man a maniac, who calmly
walked in and offered, in his slow, methodic Scotch speech, to copy
letters for them, or do anything that could be pointed out to him,
confessing, on interrogation, that he had been in no employment before,
and could therefore produce no testimonials as to character or fitness.
On his own showing, there was nothing special he could do; though he
had bought a little treatise on book-keeping, and occasionally studied
it in the evenings. As he walked about the streets and observed how all
the people around him seemed to be fully occupied, and busy and
contented, it occurred to him as strange that they should all have
fallen into these grooves so naturally. He looked at the clerk giving
out tickets at a railway station, and thought, he could do that also.
Perhaps the business of the young men who every morning were to be seen
inside the big windows of the drapers' shops in the Borough Road,
decorating the place with ribbons and gowns, demanded a special
knowledge that he had not acquired; but it could not be difficult, for
example, to be a policeman? They seemed happy enough; good-natured;
sometimes even with a word of chaff for the costermonger whom they
ordered to move on, him and his barrow.
These not very anxious experiments, and quite idle speculations
about the uses of various forms of labour, might have gone on
indefinitely but for the very certain fact that Douglas's small stock
of money was being slowly but surely exhausted. Slowly, it is true; for
he had wholly given up tobacco; his dinner was a roll or a biscuit
eaten in the street; and as his landlady charged him sixpence for each
scuttleful of coals, he preferred to keep himself warm on these now
bitterly cold evenings by tramping about outside and looking at the
shops. That good woman, by the way, was sorely disappointed in this new
lodger, out of whom she could make no indirect profit; and she had a
waspish tongue. John Douglas regarded her tauntsalmost amounting to
open insultwith a patient and mild curiosity. It was a little bit of
psychological study, and more interesting than book-keeping by double
entry. Meantime, things were becoming very serious; with all his
penuriousness, he had arrived at his last half-sovereign.
CHAPTER III. A FELLOW-SUFFERER.
One night, a few minutes after nine, Douglas was returning home
along one of the badly-lit little thoroughfares in the Borough, when he
saw the figure of a woman slowly subside on to the pavement in front of
him. She did not fall; she trembled on to her knees as it were, and
then lay pronenear a doorstep. Well, he had grown familiar with the
sights of London streets; but even if the woman were drunk, as he
imagined, he would lift her up, until some policeman came along.
He went forward. It was not a woman, but a young girl of about
seventeen or so, who did not seem a drunken person.
'My lass, what is the matter with ye?' he said, kneeling down to get
hold of her.
'Oh, I am so illI am so ill!' the girl moaned, apparently to
He tried to raise her. She was quite white, and almost insensible.
Then she seemed to come to; she struggled up a bit, and sought to
support herself by the handle of the door.
'I shall be all right,' she gasped. 'I am quite well. Don't tell
them. I am quite wellit was my knees that gave way'
'Where do ye live, my lass?' said he, taking hold of her arm to
support her; for he thought she was going to sink to the ground again.
'In this street?'
She did not answer,
'Come, I will help ye home, then.'
'No, no!' she said, in the same gasping way; 'I will sit down here a
few minutes. I shall be all right. II am quite well'
'Ye are not going to sit down on a doorstep on a night like this,'
he said, severely. 'Come, pull yourself together, my lass. If it is
number twelve, you have only a few yards.'
He half-dragged and half-carried her along. He knocked loudly at the
door. There came to it a tall, black-a-vised woman, who, the moment she
saw the girl, cried out
'Oh, Mary Ann, are you took bad again?'
'Nodon't tell them,' the girl said, as she staggered into the
narrow passage. 'They'll turn me off. They said so the last time. I
shall be all right. But my headis so bad.'
They got her into the dingy little parlour, and laid her down on the
horse-hair covered couch. Her hand was clasped to her head, and her
whole frame was shivering violently, as if with cold.
John Douglas, living that recluse life up there in the north, had
never before had to deal directly with sickness, and he was terribly
anxious and alarmed. What was he to do? His first wild notion,
observing the violent shivering, was to order hot whisky-and-water;
then he thought it would be better to send for a doctor. But the tall,
dark woman did not seem inclined to go or send for any doctor. She
stood regarding the girl quite apathetically.
'Poor Mary Anne!' she said, watching her, as if she were a dog in a
fit. 'She wasn't took as bad as this before. She's been starving
herself, she has, to keep her mother and her young sisters; and she
can't stand all day in the shop as she used to. I've seen it a-coming
'God bless me, woman,' said Douglas, angrily, 'we must do something
instead of standing and looking at the poor lass. Cannot you tell me
where the nearest doctor is? Has one been attending her?'
'Poor Mary Ann,' the woman said, composedly; 'she'll come out of it;
but it's worse this time. A doctor? She couldn't afford to have a
doctor, she couldn't. A doctor would be bringing physic; she can't pay
for physic, she can't. She owes me three weeks' rent, and I ain't ast
for it once, not once. Thirteen hours a day standing behind a counter
is too much for a slip of a girl like that. Poor Mary Anne! Is your
head bad, my dear?'
Douglas made use of a phrase which is not to be found anywhere in
the writings of Marcus Aurelius, and hurriedly left the house. He made
for the nearest chemist's shop, and asked the youth there where he
should find a doctor. The youth glanced towards the back room, and said
Dr. Sweeney was at hand. Dr. Sweeney was summoned, and appeared: a
hard-headed-looking youngish man, whom Douglas immediately bore away
The young Irish doctor did not seem much concerned when he saw his
patient. He seemed to be familiar with such cases. He said the girl
must be put to bed at once. She was merely suffering from a feverish
attack, on a system weakened by exhaustion and fatigue. Then he began
to question the landlady.
The usual story. Girl in a draper's shop; mother and sisters in the
country; sends them most of her earnings; probably does not take enough
food; long hours; constant standing; drinking tea to stave off hunger;
and so forth. Douglas listened in silence.
'And when she recovers from this attack, slight or severe,' he said
at length, 'what would restore that young lass to a proper state of
health?can ye say that, doctor?'
'I can say it easily,' said the young Irishman, with a sarcastic
smile. 'I can prescribe the remedies; and there are plenty of such
cases; unfortunately the patients are not in a position to follow my
prescriptions. I should prescribe good food, and fewer hours of work,
and an occasional week in the country air. It is easy to talk of such
'Ay, that is so,' said Douglas, absently.
He went home. He took from his pocket the biscuit, wrapped in a bit
of newspaper, that he had meant for his supper; but he put it on the
top of a little chest of drawers, thinking it would do for his
breakfast in the morning, and he would save so much. Then he went to
the little stock of money in his locked-up bag, and found there eight
shillings and sixpence. He took seven shillings of it, and went out
again into the cold night, and walked along to the house where the sick
'Mistress,' he said to the landlady, in his slow, staid way, 'I have
brought ye a little money that ye may buy any small things the lass may
want; it is all I can spare the now; I will call in the morning and see
how she is.'
'You needn't do that,' said the tall woman. 'Poor Mary Anneshe'll
be at the shop.'
'She shall not be at the shop!' he said, with a frown. 'Are ye a mad
woman? The girl is ill.'
'She'll have to be at the shop, or lose her place,' said the
landlady, with composure. 'There's too many young girls after
situations now-a-days, and they won't be bothered with weakly ones.'
CHAPTER IV. A RESOLVE.
However, as it turned out, there was to be no shop for Mary Anne the
next day or for many a day to come. When John Douglas called in the
morning, he was informed that she was 'delirious-like.' She was
imploring the doctorwho had been there an hour beforenot to let her
lose her situation. She was talking about her mother and sisters in an
incoherent way; also about one Pete, who appeared to have gone away to
Australia and never written since. Douglas looked at the girl, lying
there with her flushed face, closed eyes, and troubled breathing,
unconscious of his presence, only twisting the bed-clothes about with
her hot hands.
'Poor Mary Ann,' the landlady said contemplatively. 'If she dies,
she'll 'ave to be buried by the work'us. And if she lives, she'll be
worse off than ever; for they won't take a girl with cropped hair into
a shop, and the fear of infection besides. She ain't got a friend in
the world, she ain't; except her own people, and they're only a drain
on the poor thing. Poor Mary Ann! she have had a bad time of it.
Perhaps it would be kinder in Providence if He took her; for who's to
pay for her keep if she gets through the fever? Not that I would ask to
be paid for her lodging; I ain't one like that; there's her room, and
welcome; that's what I says to my husband when he come home last night;
and neither him nor me's afraid of fever, nor would turn out a poor
thing as have been took. But law! it would be months afore she'd get
another place; and she ain't got nobody to look after her.'
'What have you done with the money I gave you last night?' he asked.
'There it lies, siron the mantel-shelf. It ain't for me to touch;
it is for the doctor to give his orders about that money.'
'Just put this eighteenpence to it, mistress, and ask the doctor
what the poor lass may want. It is all I happen to have with me the
Then he left; and walked away with an unusual air of determination
He was not downcast because he had parted with his last sixpence.
'It is even better thus,' this stern-faced man was saying to
himself, 'for now we must face facts, and get rid of speculation. Let
us begin at the beginningwith one's ten fingers! Poor lass! It is a
dreadful place, a great city like this; it has no compassion. Surely,
in the country, she would not be so utterly thrown down in the race.
Surely, some one would say, At meal-time come thou hither and eat
of the bread, and dip thy morsel in the vinegar; and would command
the young men and say to them, Let her glean even among the
sheaves, and reproach her not. And let fall also some of the handfuls
of purpose for her, and leave them, that she may glean them, and rebuke
her not. Poor lass! poor lass! Even that cadaverous-jawed,
Tennants'-stalk of a woman thinks it would be better for her to die.'
He walked quickly, his lips firm. It was a miserable morning; the
noisy thoroughfares full of mist and wet and mud; drifts of sleet
swooping round corners; the air raw and cold. The river was scarcely
visible when he crossed London Bridge; the steamers and ships were like
ghosts in the fog. He made his way as quickly as he could through the
crowded streets, until he reached Tower Hill; then he passed up into
the Minories; there he paused in front of one or two shops, in the
windows of which were the most miscellaneous objectsold clothes,
waterproof leggings, tin cans, and what not. At last he entered one of
these places, and after a great deal of haggling and argument, he
exchanged his coat of gray home-spun for a much shabbier looking dingy
blue over-coat, that appeared the kind of thing a pilot would wear. To
this was added a woollen comforter; there was no money in the
transaction. Douglas wrapped the comforter round his neck there and
then, and put on the coat; when he stepped out again into the mud and
snow and murky atmosphere, his appearance was much more reconcilable
with the neighbourhood.
Still walking quickly, he went down to the London and St. Katherine
Docks, passing under the shadow of the gaunt walls; and then along that
dismal thoroughfare, Nightingale Lane, that looks like a passage
between two great prisons; until at last, with moderate pace, and with
a certain anxious, nervous look, as if he did not wish himself to be
seen, he arrived at the entrance to a space at the corner of the London
Dock, which was enclosed with some rusted iron railings, and partially
In this shed, shivering in the cold, and occasionally moving so as
to avoid the whirling of the sleet, stood a number of most miserable
looking wretches, men and lads. John Douglas knew very well who these
were, and what they were there for. Here, so far as he had learned, was
the only place in London where a starving creature could get work,
without a character or qualification of any kind. Hither came those
who, through drink, or idleness, or sheer misfortune, had got right
down to the foot of the social ladder; waiting patiently in the dim
hope that some extra pressure of work inside would occur to give them
an hour or two's employment. Well, he did not hesitate long. He seized
a moment when the attention of these poor devils had been attracted by
some sound to the other side of the grating (where the foreman was
expected to appear), and glided in among the group, hoping to be
But what sharp eyes hunger makes! They had no sooner turned
hopelessly away again, than every man and lad of them caught sight of
the stranger. They did not resent his intrusion. They regarded him with
curiosity, and with apathy. He looked well-to-do for that kind of work.
Perhaps if he were one of the lucky ones, he would stand a pot of beer
on coming out in the afternoon.
But to their great astonishment, they were all to be lucky ones that
morning. The foreman appeared, ran his eye over the group, and engaged
the whole of them for the day,all, except one dazed, drunken-looking
tatterdemalion of sixty or so, whom he warned off by name. Almost
before he knew where he was, John Douglas found himself at work in the
docks, at fivepence an hour.
CHAPTER V. TREASURE TROVE.
The work was very easy, it seemed to him. What it might be in the
warehouses he knew not; but here his business was simply to haul a
small and light truck, carrying two boxes of oranges, from the
unloading steamer along the side of the basin to the barge which was
receiving them. The work was light, and there were pauses; moreover,
the snow had ceased, and the surroundingsthe ships and barges and
what notwere picturesque enough; the scent of the oranges was
pleasant. And his companions, these poor wrecks of humanity who had
drifted into this curious, quiet little pool, were in the main
good-humoured, though most of them seemed too depressed to speak much.
Of course they instantly called him 'Scottie.' Scottie got through his
short day's work with satisfaction; and when at four o'clock the great
bell began to toll, and when his wages, two shillings and a penny, were
paid him, and when he set out for the gate, he was much contented, and
was considering that, if he did his work diligently and respectfully
and in silence, it was not at all unlikely that the foreman would take
him on as a regular hand, at four-and-twenty shillings a week.
He was thus thinking, and he had got almost to the gate, when
something ahead of him occurred that made him shrink back with a look
of dismay in his face. He saw that each man as he passed through the
portal held up his arms while one of the gatekeepers passed his hands
over his clothes. They were being searched. Douglas stood still; his
whole spirit in angry revolt. He would rather give up his day's wage,
the coat off his back, the cap from his headanything than have to go
through this shameful ordeal. He looked back: could he not get out by
the wicket at which he entered, at the other end of the docks?
'Come on, Scottie; you ain't been prigging oranges, eh?' said one of
his mates, laughing at him.
Now it was quite clear that this searching of the outgoing labourers
was in most cases merely formal; but when the gatekeepers saw this man
hanging back, they naturally concluded he had been stealing. They
called to him to come along. He hesitated no longer. With a grim air he
advanced and held up his arms in the usual way. He would betray no
shame. Doubtless it was a necessary precaution. And as he had stolen
nothing, they could not hurt him by merely suspecting him.
But this gatekeeper's inspection was minute; and when he came to
some slight protuberance on the breast of the coat, which, indeed,
Douglas himself had not noticed, he demanded to know what it was. Nay,
he had the coat taken off. On examination, a part of the lining of the
coat was found to have been cut open and carefully sewn together again.
'Took all that trouble?' said the gatekeeper, glancing at him.
'I did not know there was any pocket there,' said Douglas,
hurriedly; 'I got the coat only this morning.'
'Oh, indeed,' said the other, with a slight derisive laugh. 'I
shouldn't wonder if we found some tobacco all the same.'
The lining was ripped open, in the presence of the little crowd of
labourers, carmen, stevedores, and so forth, who, seeing something
unusual going on, had collected. Douglas certainly looked very guilty.
His face was burning red; and the natural sternness of his features
made him look as if he were angry at being detected. But, on the other
hand, the expression on the face of the big yellow-bearded gate-keeper
changed very suddenly, when he took from inside the lining a little
oblong parchment bag, flat and dirty, and opened it, and drew out a
thin packet of what turned out to be Bank of England notes. Not many,
it is true; but a marvel all the same. The gatekeeper glanced at the
culprit again, and said good-humouredly,
'Bought that coat this morning? Then you're in luck's way, my man,
that's all I can say. We don't keep them kind o' goods in our
warehouses. There ye are.'
He once more examined the dirty little parchment bag all over; there
was no scrap of writing on it, or on any of the notes.
'There ye are,' he said, giving him back both the coat and the
valuable package. 'There's some as would advertise in the papers about
that money; and there's some as would go to Scotland Yard, and expect
to get something; and there's some, seein' as there's no writin', as
would stick to it, and set up a shop. Where did you buy the coat, my
'At an outfitter's in the Minoriesit was an exchange for my own,'
said Douglas hastily; he was anxious above all things, money or no
money, to get away from this crowd of curious faces.
'An outfitter! yes, it's a fine name. Anyhow, the money don't belong
to him. Most likely, now, that coat belonged to some seafaring
man as got drownded, and the poor chap's things sold. Pass on there, my
Douglas escaped from the crowd, and got away. He was greatly
bewildered and excited; not often in his life had he come through so
much in so short a time. He walked hard, and did not stop until he sat
down in his own little room, in the cold and dark.
Hour after hour he sat there, himself fighting with himself; or
rather his consciousness of what was right fighting with his great
desire to do something to help that luckless child, lying there a few
streets farther off, friendless, poverty-stricken, fever-stricken, with
the most hopeless of futures before her. He argued with himself that no
doubt the gatekeeper's guess was correct; the money had belonged to
some sailor or pilot, who had been drowned, and his personal effects,
whether found on his dead body, or perhaps in the hold of a derelict,
sold. Certainly these notes did not belong to the old-clothes' man in
the Minories. It almost seemed as if a special act of Providence had
placed this money at his disposal to succour this helpless one in her
sickness, and support and strengthen her in her convalescence. As for
himself, he never dreamed of touching it for his own uses. He had found
out at last one way of earning his own living. But even if he were to
be permanently employed, at twenty-four shillings a week, how could he
save enough out of that to give this girl generous nourishment, and a
little wine, and country air, when she should get well enough again? In
the meantime, were her mother and sisters to starve? And it never
occurred to him to ask why he should take this sudden interest in this
stranger girl or in her family. The fact was, he had never before been
confronted with so clear a case of hardship and distress. The
solitariness, the helplessness of the child appealed to him: it was as
if he had seen a wren threatened by a hawk, or a rabbit seized by a
weasel. He could not help interfering, and doing his utmost.
And how could this money of a dead and unknown man be put to a
better use? Was he to go and bury it in Scotland Yard? Was he to
advertise for a crowd of impostors to claim it? He lit the gas and
examined the notes. There were seven35 poundsa fortune! He saw the
girl in a little cottage, the window open to let the first of the
spring air into the room, she lying well wrapped up on a couch, a few
wild-flowers on the table, daffodils and primroses from the woods,
pink-tipped daisies from the banks, the red dead-nettle from the
hedge-rows, and perhaps herself, to please him, and out of gratitude as
it were, reading some of Tannahill's songs, 'Loudon's bonnie woods and
braes,' 'Langsyne, beside the woodland burn,' 'Keen blows the wind o'er
the Braes o' Gleniffer,' 'We'll meet beside the dusky glen on yon burn
side.' Poor child! she had probably seen but little of the country
during her hard life. Would she be surprised when all the hawthorn came
out, and the lanes were scented? Perhaps he would be able to teach her
a little of the beauty of simple things, and remove from her mind the
poor ideas about what is great and admirable and desirable begotten in
a large city. 'Consider the lilies how they grow: they toil not, they
spin not; and yet I say unto you that Solomon in all his glory was not
arrayed like one of these.' No doubt her notion of what was most
beautiful and desirable in the world was to be dressed in satin, and
driving in a coach, with powdered footmen behind, to a Royal
All this was so specious and plausible. The money lying there seemed
to belong to him more than to any other. And what good might be done
with it! Even if the real owner were alive, surely he would assent.
Thirty-five pounds: ten pounds to be put into a savings bank in her
name; the rest to clear off the doctor's bill, give a weekly allowance
to her people, and enable her to get a couple of months, or even more,
with strict economy, in the country, before returning to the hard, dull
work of London.
'I did not know,' he said aloud, in his slow, deliberate Scotch way,
'that money could have such value.'
By-and-by he rose, put the notes into the bag again, and that in his
pocket; then he turned off the gas and went out, thinking he would walk
round and see how the girl was getting on. That is to say, he tried to
make himself believe that that was all there was in his mind; but he
knew very well that there was something else. There was a haunting,
uneasy consciousness. Suddenly, at the corner of the street, instead of
turning eastward as he should have done, he abruptly turned in the
other direction, and began to walk quickly. 'The money is not mine; I
will have none of it,' was his ultimate and fixed decision. 'No dreams,
man; no temptation. The first step to perdition is no doubt smooth
enough. If I can do the lass a good turn, it must be with my own
He walked to Scotland Yard, finding it without difficulty, for he
knew all the familiar features of London on the map; and there he told
his story, and delivered up the money, and left his address. He
departed with a light heart. Nay, when he had crossed Westminster
Bridge again, he looked out for a poor-looking coffee-house, and went
in and had some coffee and a roll, and thought he never had enjoyed any
dinner more. He looked at the evening paper, too, and then went out
again into the wet streets, and continued his way. He was further
cheered by hearing that the sick girl, though still feverish and
perfectly weak and prostrate, had not, in the doctor's opinion, caught
any serious malady, and only wanted time and care, and afterwards some
better nourishment, to bring her round.
CHAPTER VI. THE END OF THE EPISODE.
So with courage and patience, and with a final gulp about that
searching business, he returned to his work at the docks, and very soon
got engaged as a permanent hand. He was a favourite with the foremen,
for he was industrious and minded his own business; but he was greatly
disliked by his companions. They would not believe, and he was at no
pains to convince them, that he had not kept the found money; and they
had expected him, if ever he returned to the docks, to stand treat
liberally. They were angry at Scottie's stinginess, and took to
taunting him. These casual jeers he heeded no more than the idle wind;
they could not hurt.
His savings slowly increased, his only serious expenditure being his
weekly rent. When, each morning at twelve o'clock, the great bell rang
in the docks, and the men and women came in with their baskets and
barrows, his dinner consisted of a couple of penny sausage-rolls ('bags
of mystery,' his mates called them), and these were really quite fresh
and clean and wholesome-looking. In the afternoon or evening he
generally went round to the house where the girl, Mary Ann Ellis, was
now so far recovered that she could sit propped up in bed for an hour
or so; and he would have a chat with her and her landlady, and a cup of
tea, with bread and butterfor which he privately paid. He found this
girl interesting, simple, and intensely grateful, but ignorant to a
degree that he had not thought possible in a human being capable of
reading. In one respect this was lucky, for she believed any nonsense
he told her; and the quite imaginary associations of ladies and
gentlemen for the dispensing of needful charity received her most
earnest thanks for those little sums that were sent to her mother, or
that enabled her to pay off her doctor's weekly bill.
One day John Douglas was leaving the docks as usual, when he was
overtaken by a tall and handsome young fellow, whom he knew to be
connected with the Customs department.
'I say, aren't you the man that found a lot of money?'
Douglas had grown sulky, or rather suspicious of foolery, and was
inclined to keep his own counsel. But the accent of this stranger went
straight to his heart; he had not heard the Scotch way of speaking for
many a day. So he turned and regarded the young man, and frankly told
him what he had done with the money. This led to further questions, for
the younger man's curiosity was aroused. It was the City of Glasgow
Bank, then? But why take to such work as this? Couldn't he get into
some office? Did he know a little of book-keeping?
The upshot of all this was that, about a week after, John Douglas
found himself installed as clerk at a tall desk in the back-room of a
co-operative store connected with the docks, at a salary of two pounds
a week; and the first and immediate result of this was that the
mysterious charitable associations of which he was apparently the
agent, commissioned him to inform Mary Ann Ellis that she need not try
to get any situation for at least two months' time, because fourteen
shillings a week would be paid to her during that period, to enable her
to get thoroughly well again.
John Douglas grew to be a proud man. He was proud of having paid off
that five pounds, and standing free of all the world; he was proud of
his gradually-increasing account at the Government Savings Bank as a
guarantee against future ill; but he was proudest of all of his
patient, whose convalescence he in a measure attributed to himself. The
days were longer now, and the weather fine; on the clear evenings, or
Saturday afternoons, these two would get into an omnibus, and go away
out to Camberwell Green, or Kennington Park, or Clapham Common, and sit
on a bench, and watch the young folks enjoying their sports and
diversions. He was better dressed now, and she had got into the way of
calling him 'Sir.' He told her a great deal about Scotland, and the
mountains, and the glens with the birch-trees and waterfalls; but he
always got into a difficulty when he came to the sea, which she had
never seen. She could not understand that.
'Now, lassie, look at that piece of water there,' he would say to
her, at the pond on Clapham Common. 'Cannot you imagine its going out
and out until it gets far beyond the trees and houses yonder, until it
gets beyond everything, and meets the sky?'
'I see what you mean, sir,' she would say; 'but I can't understand
it: for I can't help thinking, if there was nothing on the other side
to hold it up, it must tumble down. How can water hold itself up in the
'Dear, dear me, lass!' he would say impatiently, 'have I not
explained to ye how everything in the world, land and hills and
everything, is held together?'
'Yes, sir; but water shifts so,' she would say; and he would take to
The two months went by, and she got stronger and stronger, though
sometimes she grew a little anxious about her chances of getting
another situation. During this constant companionship, he had become
much attachedin a compassionate sort of fashionto this child whom
chance had thrown in his way. He could see her good points, and her
weak ones. She was of a kindly disposition; truthful, he thought; with
no very distinct religion, but she had a general desire to be good;
simple and frugal in her ways of living,though this was a necessity,
and she had no idea of frugality being in itself a virtue. On the other
hand, her views as to what was most to be desired in life were simply
the result of the atmosphere in which she had lived; and she confessed
to him that the most beautiful thing she had ever seen was the arrivals
at a Mansion House ballthe coloured stair-cloth, the beautiful
ladies, the brilliant uniforms. Her knowledge of politics was entirely
derived from the cartoons of the comic journals in the shop windows;
and she had any quantity of vague and vulgar prejudices about
Catholics, Radicals, and Jews. But this patient listener, who seemed
interested in her foolish little opinions, was a largely tolerant man.
Such things were; let us make the best of them,that was what he
seemed to say. And as all the phenomena of the universe appeared to him
to be worthy of respectful attentioneven if one did not go the length
of vexing one's self about any one of themhe was willing to learn
that, in the opinion of this profound observer, the Catholic priests
were bad men, who would let you do anything that was wrong if only you
paid them enough money for absolution.
One evening, when he went round as usual, he found Mary Ann in great
excitement; she had evidently been crying, and now she was laughing in
a half-crying way.
'What is the matter, lassie?' said he severely, for he did not like
'Oh, sir, Pete has writtenat lastat last!' she said, crying all
the more, but in a glad sort of way, and looking again at the letter
she held in her two hands.
'But who is Pete?'
'My sweetheart, sir; I never said anything about himI thought he
had forgotten usbut now he says he wouldn't write until he had good
news, and now there is good news enough,oh yes, there is! there is!
For he has got a good place, and good prospectsand here is money to
take me out, and my mother and sisters, tooall except fifteen pounds,
Pete says, and that he'll send in three months' time. Oh, sir! you
don't know what a good fellow Pete is!'
John Douglas sat down. His heart felt a little heavy; he scarcely
knew why. But he began to ask a few questions, in a slow matter-of-fact
way; and he did not remain long. He saw that the girl wanted to read
and re-read the good news to herself, and draw pictures of all that was
The next afternoon Mary Ann got a note from him, with an enclosure.
Thus it ran:
'DEAR CHILDYou need not wait through three months of uncertainty.
I enclose for you what will make up the passage-money, and also pay the
expenses of your mother and sisters' coming to London. Accept this
quietly and sensibly, and do not make any fuss about it, nor when I see
you. I shall be busy this evening, and may not call.
But all the same Mary Ann came round quickly, and with her the tall,
gaunt, dark, composed landlady; and there was a great scene, Mary Ann
crying and accusing herself of unheard-of stupidity for not having
guessed that he all along had been her benefactor; and he, on the other
hand, sternly bidding her hold her peace and not talk foolishness.
'Ye did me a great service, ye foolish lass,' he said; 'ye made me
take to actual work when I was merely idling and loitering about. Ye
gave me an object to work for, and pleasant companionship for a space,
and now, if I must find something else, that is as it has been ordered;
and I maun bide my time.'
A few days afterwards he saw the mother when she arriveda poor,
limp sort of creatureand the two bewildered little girls. He could
not, because of office work, go with them, as he had wished, to
Southampton; but he accompanied them to the railway station, early in
the morning, and bade them farewell. And as he turned away, he said to
'These poor creatures I shall doubtless see no more in this world;
but they will have a little regard for me, perhaps, while they live,
and that is something. And now I will consider myself free to spend a
trifle of money on myself, when I get it saved again; and I will use it
during the holidays they speak of to take a trip back home again, and
see the old place, and that the graves of my people are taken care of.
And I may be able to make dispositions, too, so that when I'm taken I
may be placed there also; for it is but natural that one should wish to
rest among one's own.'
THE FOUR MACNICOLS
AUTHOR OF 'MACLEOD OF DARE,' 'SUNRISE,' ETC.
MACMILLAN AND CO.
[NOTE.The following sketch of the founding of a Co-operative
Association by four Scotch boys was originally meant for young people;
but subsequently the writer ventured to think that it might prove
equally interesting, or even more interesting, to grown-up folk,
especially as parts of it are based on fact; and so it is now printed
here for the first time.]
THE FOUR MACNICOLS.
CHAPTER I. JUVENTUS MUNDI.
It was on a bright and glorious morning in July that the great
chieftain, Robert of the Red Hand, accompanied by his kinsmen and
allies, put to sea in his war-galley, resolved to sweep the Spanish
main free of all his enemies, and thereafter to hold high revel in the
halls of Eilean-na-Rona. At least, that was how it appeared to the
imagination of the great chieftain himself, though the simple facts of
the case were a trifle less romantic. For this Robert of the Red Hand,
more familiarly known as Rob MacNicol, or even as plain Rob, was an
active, stout-sinewed, black-eyed lad of seventeen, whose only mark of
chieftainship apparently was that, unlike his brothers, he wore shoes
and stockings; these three relatives constituted his allies and
kinsmen; the so-called Spanish main was in reality an arm of the sea
better known in the Hebrides as Loch Scrone; and the war-galley was an
old, ramshackle, battered, and betarred boat belonging generally to the
fishing-village of Erisaig; for, indeed, the boat was so old and so
battered that nobody now seemed to claim any special ownership of it.
These four MacNicols,Robert, Neil, Nicol, and Duncan,were, it
must be admitted, an idle and graceless set, living for the most part a
hand-to-mouth, amphibious, curlew-like kind of life, and far more given
to aimless voyages in boats not belonging to them than inclined to turn
their hand to any honest labour. But this must be said in their excuse
that no boy or lad born in the village of Erisaig could by any means
whatsoever be brought to think of becoming anything else than a
fisherman. It was impossible to induce them to apprentice themselves to
any ordinary trade. They would wait until they were old enough to go
after the herring, like the others; that was man's work; that was
something like; that was different from staying ashore and twiddling
one's fingers over a pair of somebody else's shoes, or laboriously
shaping a block of sandstone for somebody else's house. This Rob
MacNicol, for example: it was only for want of a greater career that he
had constituted himself a dreaded sea-rover, a stern chieftain, etc.
etc. His secret ambitionhis great and constant and secret
ambitionwent far farther than that. It was to be of man's estate,
broad-shouldered and heavy-bearded; to wear huge black boots up to his
thighs, and a blue flannel jersey; to have a peaked cap (not forgetting
a brass button on each side by way of smartness); and then to come
along, in the afternoon, with a yellow oilskin tied up in a bundle, to
the wharf where the herring fleet lay, the admiration and the envy of
all the miserable creatures condemned to stay ashore.
In the meantimein these days of joyous idleness, while as yet the
cares and troubles which this history will have to chronicle were far
away from him and his simply because they were unknownRob MacNicol,
if he could not be a fisherman, could be an imaginary chieftain, and in
that capacity he gave his orders as one who knew how to make himself
obeyed. As soon as they had shoved the boat clear of the smacks, the
jib was promptly set; the big lumps of stone that served for ballast
were duly shifted; the lug-sail, as black as pitch and full of holes,
was hoisted, and the halyards made fast; then the sheet was hauled in
by Nicol MacNicol, who had been ordered to the helm; and finally the
shaky old nondescript craft began to creep through the blue waters of
Erisaig Bay. It was a lovely morning; the light breeze from the land
seemed steady enough; altogether, nothing could have been more
auspicious for the setting out of the great chieftain and his kinsmen.
But great as he is, he is not above fearing the criticism of people
ashore on his method of handling a boat. Rob, from his proud position
at the bow, darted an angry glance at his helmsman.
'Keep her full, will ye?' he growled in an undertone. 'Do ye call
that steering, ye gomeril? Run her by Daft Sandy's boat? It is no
better than a cowherd you are at the steering.'
This Daft Sandy, who will turn up in our history by-and-by, was a
half-witted old man, who spent his life in fishing for flounders from a
rotten old punt he had become possessed of. He earned a sort of living
that way; and seldom went near the shore during the day except to beg
for a herring or two for bait, when the boats came in. He got the bait,
but in an ignominious way; for the boys, stripping the nets, generally
saved up the 'broken' herring in order to pelt Daft Sandy with the
fragments when he came near. That is to say, they indulged in this
amiable sport except when Rob MacNicol happened to be about. That youth
had been heard to remark that the first he caught at this game would
pay a sudden visit to the dead dog-fish lying beneath the clear waters
of the harbour; and it was very well known among the urchins of Erisaig
that the eldest MacNicol had very little scruple about taking the law
into his own hand. When he found a bigger boy thrashing a smaller one,
he invariably thrashed the bigger one, just to keep things even, as it
were; and he had invented for the better guidance of his brethren and
associates a series of somewhat stringent rules and punishments, to
which, it must be acknowledged, he cheerfully submitted himself. At the
same time, he was aware that even the most moral and high-principled
government has occasionally to assert itself with rude physical force;
and although his hand was not particularly red, as might have been
expected, it was uncommonly hard, and a cuff from it was understood to
produce the most startling lightning effects in the region of the eye.
Well, as they were nearing Daft Sandy's punt, Rob called out to him,
'Sandy, have ye had any luck the day?'
The little, bent, blear-eyed old man looked up from his hand-lines.
As the boat was gliding past Rob flung a couple of herring into the
'There's some bait for ye.'
'Ay; and where are ye for going, Robert?' the old man said, as they
passed. 'Tak' heed. It's squally outside.'
There was no answer; for at this moment the quick eye of the
chieftain detected one of his kinsmen in the commission of a heinous
crime. Tempted by the light and steady breeze, Nicol had given way to
idleness, and had made fast the main-sheet, instead of holding it in
his hand, ready for all emergencies. This, and not unnaturally, on such
a squally coast, Rob MacNicol had constituted an altogether
unforgivable offence; and his first impulse was to jump down to the
stern of the boat and give the helmsman, caught in flagrante delicto, a sounding whack on the side of the head. But a graver sense of
justice prevailed. He summoned a court-martial. Nicol, catching the eye
of his brother, hastily tried to undo the sheet from the pin; but it
was too late. The crime had been committed; there were two witnesses,
besides the judge, who was also the jury. The judge and jury forthwith
pronounced sentence: Nicol MacNicol to forfeit one penny to the fund
being secretly stored up for the purchase of a set of bag-pipes, or to
be lowered by the shoulders until his feet should touch the ground in
the dungeon of Eilean-na-Rona Castle. He was left to decide which
alternative he would accept; and it must be said that the culprit,
after a minute or two's sulking, perceived the justice of the sentence,
and calmly said he would take the dungeon.
'Ye think I'm feared?' he said contemptuously, to Neil and Duncan,
who were grinning at him. 'Wha was it that gruppit the whutteruck?
And is there anything worse than whutterucks in that hole in the
'Ye'll find out, Nicol, my man,' said his cousin Neil. 'There's
warlocks. And they'll grup ye by the legs.'
'I'll save the penny anyway,' said Nicol, to whom a penny was a
thing of known and substantial value.
Now if any proof had been needed that Rob MacNicol's stringent
sailing rules were a matter of stern necessity, it was quickly
forthcoming. On this beautiful summer morning, with the sea smooth and
blue around them, they were sailing along as pleasantly as might be.
But they had scarcely got through the narrow channel leading from the
harbour, and were just emerging into Loch Scrone, when a squall of wind
came tearing along and hit the boat so that the lug-sail was almost
flattened on to the water.
'Run her up! Haul in your sheet!' yelled Rob to the frightened
Well it was at such a moment that the main sheet was free to be
hauled in; for as the bow was put up to the wind, the varying squall
caught her on the other beam and threw her over, so that she shipped a
bucket or two of water. Had the water got into the belly of the sail,
the weight would have dragged her down; but Rob instantly got rid of
this danger by springing to the halyards, and, the moment the crank
craft strove to right herself, bringing sail and yard rattling down
into the boat. By this time, so fierce was the squall, a pretty heavy
sea had sprung up, and altogether things looked very ugly. When they
allowed the jib to fill, even that was enough to send the boat over,
and she had already a dangerous lot of water surging among the ballast;
while, when they were forced to put her head to the wind, she drifted
with a heavily running tide, and right to leeward was a long reef of
rocks that would inevitably crunch her into matchwood. The younger
brothers said not a word, but looked at Rob, ready to obey his
slightest gesture, and Rob stood by the mast calling out from time to
time to Nicol.
Matters grew worse. It was no use trying merely to keep her head to
the wind, for she was drifting rapidly, and the first shock on the
rocks would send her and her stone ballast to the bottom. On the other
hand, there was no open sea-room to let her run away before the wind
with a straining jib. At all hazards it was necessary to fight her
clear of that long ledge of rock, even if the wind threatened to tear
the mast out of the boat. So Rob himself sprang down to the stern and
took the tiller.
'Duncan, Neil, stand by the halyards now! When I sing out to ye,
hoist herbe ready now!'
He had his eye on the rocks all this time. On the highest of them
was a tall iron perch, painted scarleta warning to sailors; but from
that point long shelves and spurs ran out, the yellow surface of
barnacles growing greener and greener as they went deeper into the sea.
Already Rob MacNicol could make out some of these submarine reefs even
through the turbulent water.
'Now then, boys; up with her! Quick now!'
It was a venturesome business; but there was no help for it. The
moment the sail was half hoisted, a gust caught the boat and drove her
over until her gunwale again scooped up a lot of the hissing water. But
as she righted, staggering all the while, it was clear there was some
good way on her, and Rob, having had recourse to desperate remedies,
was determined to give her enough of the wind. Down again went the
gunwale to the hissing water; and the strain on the rotten sheets of
the old boat was so great that it was a wonder everything did not go by
the board. But now there was a joyous hissing of foam at the bow; she
was forging ahead; if she could only stand the pressure, in a minute or
so she would be clear of the rocks. Rob still kept his eye on these
treacherous shelves of yellow-green. Then he sang out,
'Down with her, boys!'
The black lug-sail rattled into the boat; there was nothing left now
but the straining jib.
'Slack the lee-jib sheet!'
The next minute he had put his helm gently up; the bow of the boat
fell away from the wind; and presentlyjust as they had time to see
the green depths of the rocks they had succeeded in weatheringthe
war-galley of the great chieftain was spinning away down Loch Scrone,
racing with the racing waves, the wind tearing and hauling at her
'Hurrah, my lads! we'll soon be at Eilean-na-Rona now, eh?' Rob
He did not seem much put about by that narrow escape. Squalls were
common on this coast, and it was the business of one aspiring to be a
fisherman to take things as they came.
'Come, set to work and bale out the boat, you bare-shanks lot! How
d'ye think she can sail with the half of Loch Scrone inside her?'
Thus admonished, the younger brothers were soon among the stone
ballast baling out the surging water with such rude utensils as they
could find. But the squall was of no great duration. The wind moderated
in force; then it woke up again, and brought a smart shower of rain
across; then, as if by magic, the heavens suddenly cleared, a burst of
hot sunlight fell around them, the sea grew intensely blue, the far
hills on the other side of Loch Scrone began to shine green in the
yellow light, and all that was left to tell of the squall that had very
nearly put an end to the great chieftain and all his clan was a quickly
running sea, now all sparkling in diamonds.
The danger being thus over, Rob once more delivered the tiller into
the charge of his brother Nicol, and went forward to his post of
observation at the bow. About the only bit of the imaginative voyage on
which he had started that had a solid basis in fact was the existence
of an old castleor rather the ruins of what had once been a
castleon the island called Eilean-na-Rona; and now that they were
racing down Loch Scrone, that small island was drawing nearer, and
already they could make out the dark tower and ivied walls of the
ancient keep. Far darker than the tower itself were the legends
connected with this stronghold of former times; but for these the
brothers MacNicol, who had seized on the place as their own, cared
little. It is true, they had some dread of the dungeon, and none of
them would have liked to visit Eilean-na-Rona at night; but in the
daytime the old ruins formed an excellent retreat, where they could
play such high jinks or hold such courtly tournaments as they chose.
They ran the boat into a little creek of the uninhabited island,
driving her right up on the beach for safety's sake, there being no
anchor. ThenNeil carrying a small basket the while and Duncan a coil
of ropethey passed through a wood of young larches and spruce, the
air smelling strongly of bracken and meadow-sweet after the rain; and
finally they reached the rocky eminence on which stood the ruins. There
was no way up, for tourists did not come that way, and the owner of the
island, who was a farmer on the mainland, had but little care for
antiquities. However, the lads found no difficulty. They swarmed up the
face of the crags like so many squirrels, and found themselves on a
grassy plateau which had once formed the outer courtyard of the keep.
Around this plateau were fragments of what in former days had been a
massive wall, but most of the crumbling masonry was hidden under ivy
and weeds. In front of them, again, rose the great tower with its
arched and gloomy entrance, and its one or two small windows, in the
clefts of which bunches of wallflower were growing. The only sign of
life about the old castle or the uninhabited island was given by two or
three jackdaws that wheeled about overhead, and cawed harshly in
resentment of this intrusion.
The great chieftain, Robert of the Red Hand, having now assembled
his kinsmen and allies in the ancient halls of Eilean-na-Rona,
proceeded to speak as follows.
'Nicol, my man, ye have been tried and convicted.'
'I ken that,' was Nicol's philosophical reply.
'Ye had no business to make fast the sheet of the lug-sail; ye might
have drooned the lot of us.'
Nicol nodded. He had sinned, and was prepared to suffer.
'Have ye ought to say against your being lowered into the dungeon?'
'I have not. Do you think I'm feared?' said Nicol scornfully.
'Ye will not pay the penny?'
'Deil a penny will I pay!'
'Nicol,' said his cousin Neil, with some touch of compassionfor
indeed he knew that the dungeon was a gruesome place'Nicol, maybe you
have not got a penny?'
'Well, I have not,' said Nicol.
'Will I lend ye one?'
'What would be the use of that?' said Nicol; 'I would have to pay it
back. Do you think I'm feared? I tell you I am not feared.'
So there was nothing for it but to get the rope and pass it under
Nicol's arms, fastening it securely at his back. Thus bound, the
culprit was marched through the archway of the old tower into an
apartment that was but feebly lit by the reflected glare coming from
without. The other boys, as well as Nicol, walked very carefully over
the dank-smelling earth, until they came to what seemed to be a large
hole dug out of the ground, and black as midnight. This was the dungeon
into which Nicol was to be lowered, that he might expiate his offence
before the high revels began.
 Anglicè, seized hold of the weasel.
CHAPTER II. THE LAST OF THE GAMES.
But before proceeding to relate how the captive clansman was lowered
into the dungeon of the castle on Eilean-na-Rona, it will be necessary
to explain why he did not choose to purchase his liberty by the payment
of the sum of one penny. Pennies among the boys of Erisaig, and more
especially among the MacNicols, were an exceedingly scarce commodity.
The father of the three MacNicols, who was also burdened with the
charge of their orphan cousin Neil, was a hand on board the steamer
Glenara Castle, and very seldom came ashore. He had but small
wages; and it was all he could do, in the bringing up of the boys, to
pay a certain sum for their lodging and schooling, leaving them pretty
much to cadge for themselves as regarded food and clothes. Their food,
mostly porridge, potatoes, and fish of their own catching, cost little;
and they did not spend much money on clothes, especially in summer
time, when no Erisaig boyexcept Rob MacNicol, who was a distinguished
personwould submit to the encumbrance of shoes and stockings.
Nevertheless, for various purposes, money was necessary to them; and
this they obtained by going down in the morning, when the herring boats
came in, and helping the men to strip the nets. The men were generally
tired out and sleepy with their long night's work; and if they had had
anything like a good haul, they were glad to give these lads twopence
or threepence apiece to undertake the labour of lifting the nets, yard
by yard, out of the hold, shaking out the silvery fish and dexterously
extricating those that had got more firmly enmeshed. Moreover, it was a
work the boys delighted in. If it was not the rose, it was near the
rose. If it was not for them as yet to sail away in the afternoon,
watched by all the village, at least they could take this small part in
the great herring trade. And when they had shaken out the last of the
nets, and received their wages, they stepped ashore with a certain
pride; and generally they put both hands in their pockets as a real
fisherman would do; and perhaps they would walk along the quays with a
slight lurch, as if they, also, had been cramped up all the long night
through, and felt somewhat unused to walking on first getting back to
Now these MacNicol boys, again imitating the well-to-do among the
fishermen, had each an account at the savings bank; and the pence they
got were carefully hoarded up. For if they wanted a new Glengarry cap,
or if they wanted to buy a book telling them of all kinds of tremendous
adventures at sea, or if it became necessary to purchase some more
fishing-hooks at the grocer's shop, it was their own small store of
wealth they had to look to; and so it came about that a penny was
something to be seriously considered. When Rob MacNicol had to impose a
fine of one penny, he knew it was a dire punishment; and if there was
any alternative, the fine was rarely paid. The fund, therefore, which
he had started for the purchase of an old and disused set of bagpipes,
and which was to be made up of those fines, did not grow apace. Of
course, being a chieftain, he must needs have a piper. The revels in
the halls of Eilean-na-Rona lacked half their impressiveness through
the want of the pipes. No doubt, Rob had a sort of suspicion that, if
ever they should grow rich enough to buy the old set of bagpipes, he
would have to play them himself; but even the most ignorant person can
perceive that to be one's own piper must at least be better than to
have no piper at all.
And now the captive Nicol MacNicol was led to the edge of this black
pit in the floor of the lower hall of the castle. On several occasions
one or other of the boys had been lowered, for slighter offences, into
this dungeon; but no one had ever been condemned to go to the
bottomif bottom there were. But Nicol did not flinch. He was
satisfied of the justice of his sentence. He was aware he deserved the
punishment. Above all he was determined to save that penny.
At the same time, when the other three had poised themselves so as
to lower the rope gradually, and when he found himself descending into
that black mole, he looked rather nervously below him. Of course he
could see nothing. But there was a vague tradition that this dungeon
was haunted by ghosts, vampires, warlocks, and other unholy things; and
there was a chill, strange, earthy odour arising from it; and the walls
that he scraped against were slimy and damp. He uttered no word,
however; and those above kept slowly paying out the coil of rope.
Rob became somewhat concerned.
'It'll be no easy job to pull him back,' he said in a whisper.
'It's as deep as the dungeon they put Donald Gorm Môr into,' said
his cousin Neil.
'Maybe there's no bottom at all,' said Duncan, rather awe-stricken.
Suddenly a fearful thing happened. There was a cry from belowa
quick cry of alarm; and at the same moment they were startled by a wild
whizzing and whirring around them, as if a legend of fiends had rushed
out of the pit. With a shriek of fright Duncan sprang back from the
edge of the dungeon; and that with such force that he knocked over his
two companions. Moreover, in falling, they let go the rope; when they
rose again they looked round in the twilight, but could find no trace
of it. It had slipped over the edge. And there was no sound from below.
Rob was the first to regain his senses. He rushed to the edge of the
hole and stooped over.
'Nicol, are ye there?'
His heart jumped within him when he heard his brother's voice.
'Yes, I am; and the rope too. How am I to get up?'
Rob turned quickly.
'Duncan, down to the boat with ye! Loosen the lug-sail halyards, and
bring them upquick, quick!'
Duncan was off like a young roe. He slid down the crags; he dashed
through the larch-wood; he jumped into the boat on the beach. Presently
he was making his way as quickly back again, the halyards coiled round
his arm so as not to prevent his climbing.
'Nicol!' shouted Rob.
'I am lowering the halyards to ye. Fasten them to the end of the
'I canna see them.'
'Grope all round till ye come to them.'
And so, in process of time, the end of the rope was hauled up, and
thereafterto the great relief of every oneand to his own, no doubt,
Nicol appeared alive and well, though somewhat anxious to get away from
the neighbourhood of that dungeon. He went immediately out into the
warm summer air, followed by the others.
'Man, what a fright I got!' he said at last, having recovered his
'Ay, and so did we,' Neil admitted.
'What was't?' said he, timidly; as if almost afraid to put his own
fears and suspicions into words.
'I dinna ken,' Neil said, looking rather frightened.
'Ye dinna ken!' Rob MacNicol said, with a scornful laugh. 'Ye ought
to ken, then. It was nothing but a lot of bats; and Duncan yelled as if
he had seen twenty warlocks; and knocked us over, so that we lost the
rope. Come! boys, begin your games now; the steamer will be in early
Well, it seemed easier to dismiss superstitious fears out here in
the sunlight. Perhaps it had been only bats, after all. Warlocks did
not whirr in the airat least, they were understood not to do so.
Witches were supposed to reserve their aerial performances for the
night-time. Perhaps it was only bats, as Rob asserted. Indeed, it would
be saferespecially in Rob's presenceto accept his explanation of
the mystery. At the same time the younger boys occasionally darted a
stealthy glance backward to that gloomy apartment that had so suddenly
become alive with unknown things.
Then the games began. Rob had come to the conclusion that a wise
chieftain should foster a love for national sports and pastimes; and to
that end he had invented a system of marks, the winning of a large
number of which entitled the holder to pecuniary or other reward. As
for himself, his part was that of spectator and arbiter; he handicapped
the competitors; he declared the prizes. On this occasion he ensconced
himself in a niche of the ruins, where he was out of the glare of the
sun, and gracefully surrounded by masses of ivy; while his relatives
hauled out to the middle of the green plateau several trunks of
fir-trees, of various sizes, that had been carefully lopped and pruned
for the purpose of 'tossing the caber.' Well, they 'tossed the caber,'
they 'put the stone,' they had wrestling-matches and other trials of
strength, Rob the while surveying the scene with a critical eye, and
reckoning up the proper number of marks. But now some milder diversions
followed. Three or four planks, rudely nailed together, and forming a
piece of rough flooring about two or three yards square, were hauled
out from an archway, placed on the grass, and a piece of tarpaulin
thrown over it. Then two of the boys took out their Jew's-harpsalas!
alas! that was the only musical instrument within their reach, until
the coveted bagpipes should be purchasedand gaily struck up with
'Green grow the rashes, O!' as a preliminary flourish. What was this
now? What but a performance of the famous sword-dance by that renowned
and valiant henchman, Nicol MacNicol of Erisaig, in the kingdom of
Scotland! Nicol, failing a couple of broadswords or four dirks, had got
two pieces of rusty old iron and placed them cross-wise on the
extemporised floor. With what skill and nimbleness he proceeded to
execute this sword-dance,which is no doubt the survival of some
ancient mystic rite,with what elegance he pointed his toes and held
his arms akimbo; with what amazing dexterity, in all the evolutions of
the dance, he avoided touching the bits of iron; nay, with what
intrepidity, at the most critical moment, he held his arms aloft and
victoriously snapped his thumbs, it wants a Homeric chronicler to tell.
It needs only be said here that, after it, Neil's 'Highland Fling' was
a comparative failure, though he, better than most, could give that
outflung quiver of the foot which few can properly acquire, and without
which the dancer of the 'Highland Fling' might just as well go home and
go to bed. The great chieftain, having regarded these and other
performances with an observant eye, and having awarded so many marks to
this one and to that, declared the games over, and invited the
competitors one and all to a royal banquet.
It was a good deal more wholesome than most banquets, for it
consisted of a scone and a glass of fresh milk apiecebutter being as
yet beyond the means of the MacNicols. And it was a good deal more
sensible than most banquets, for there was no speech-making after it.
But there was some interesting conversation.
'Nicol, what did ye find in the dungeon?' Duncan said.
'Oh, man, it was a gruesome place,' said Nicol, who did not want to
make too little of the perils he had encountered.
'What did ye see?'
'How could I see anything? But I felt plenty on the way down; and
I'm sure it's fu' o' creeping things and beasts. And then when I was
near the foot, I put my hand on something leevin', and it flew up and
hit me; and in a meenit the whole place was alive. Man, what a noise it
was! And then down came the rope, and I fell; and I got sich a dour on
'Nothing but bats!' said Rob, contemptuously.
'I think it was houlets,'  said Duncan, confidently; 'for there
was one in the wood when I was gaun through, and I nearly ran my head
against him. He was sitting in one of the larchesman, he made a
'Ye've got your heads filled with nothing but witches and warlocks
the day!' said Rob, impatiently, as he rose to his feet. 'Come, and get
the things into the basket. We maun be back in Erisaig before the
Glenara comes in.'
Very soon thereafter the small party made their way down again to
the shore, and entered the war-galley of the chieftain, the halyards
being restored to their proper use. There were no more signs of any
squall; but the light steady breeze was contrary; and as Robert of the
Red Hand was rather anxious to get back before the steamer should
arrive, and as he prided himself on his steering, he himself took the
tiller, his cousin Neil being posted as look-out forward.
It was a tedious business this beating up against the contrary wind;
but there was nothing the MacNicols delighted in so much as in sailing,
and they had grown to be expert in handling a boat. And it needed all
their skill to get anything out of these repeated tacks with this old
craft, that had a sneaking sort of fashion of falling away to leeward.
However, they had the constant excitement of putting about; and the day
was fine; and they were greatly refreshed after their arduous pastimes
by that banquet of scones and milk. Nor did they know that this was to
be the last day of their careless boyish idleness; that never again
would the great chieftain, heedless of what the morrow might bring
forth, hold these high frolics in the halls of Eilean-na-Rona.
Patience and perseverance will beat even contrary winds; and at
last, after one long tack stretching almost to the other side of Loch
Scrone, they put about and managed to make the entrance to the harbour,
just weathering the rocks that had nearly destroyed them on their
setting out. But here another difficulty waited them. Under the shelter
of the low-lying hills, the harbour was in a dead calm. No sooner had
they passed the rocks than they found themselves on water as smooth as
glass, and there were no oars in the boat. For this oversight Rob
MacNicol was not responsible; the fact being that oars were valuable in
Erisaig, and not easily to be borrowed, whereas this old boat was at
anybody's disposal. There was nothing for it but to sit and wait for a
puff of wind.
Suddenly they heard a soundthe distant throbbing of the
Glenara's paddles. Rob grew anxious. This old boat was right in the
fairway of the steamer; and the question was whether, in coming round
the point, she would see them in time to slow.
'I wish we were out of here,' said he.
As a last resource, he threw the tiller into the boat, took up the
helm, and tried to use this as a sort of paddle. But this was scarcely
of any avail; and they could hear, though they could not see, that the
steamer was almost at the point.
The next moment she appeared; and it seemed to them in their fright
that she was almost upon themtowering away over them with her
gigantic bulk. They heard the scream of the steam-whistle, and the
sharp 'ping! ping!' of the indicator, as the captain tried to have the
It was too late. The way on the steamer carried her on, even when
her paddles were stopped; and the next second her bows had gone clean
into the old tarred boat, cutting her almost in two and heeling her
She sank at once. Then the passengers of the steamer rushed to the
side to see what should become of the lads struggling in the water; the
mate threw overboard to them a couple of life-buoys; and the captain
shouted out to have a boat lowered. There was a great confusion.
Meanwhile, all this had been witnessed by the father of the
MacNicols, who had stood for a second or two as if paralysed. Then a
sort of spasm of action seized him, and, apparently not knowing what he
was about, he threw open the gangway abaft the paddle-box and sprang
into the sea.
 Anglicè, owls.
CHAPTER III. ALTERED CIRCUMSTANCES.
Even with this big steamer coming right down on them, Rob MacNicol
did not lose his head. He knew that his two brothers and his cousin
Neil could swim like water-rats; and as for himself, though he would
have given a good deal to get rid of his boots, he did not fear being
able to get ashore.
But there was no time to think.
'Jump clear of the boat!' he shouted to his companions.
The next second came the dreadful crash. The frail old boat seemed
to be pressed onwards and downwards, as if the steamer had run right
over her. Then Rob found himself in the water, and very deep in the
water too. The next thing he perceived was a great greenish-white thing
over his head; and as he knew that that was the hull of the steamer, he
struck away from it with all the strength at his disposal. He
remembered afterwards experiencing a sort of hatred of that shining
green thing, and thinking it looked hideous and dangerous, like a
However, the next moment he rose to the surface, blew the water out
of his mouth, and looked around. There was a life-buoy within a yard of
him, and the people on the steamer were calling to him to lay hold of
it; but he had never touched one of these things, and he preferred to
trust to himself, heavy as he felt his boots to be. It was the others
he was looking after. Neil, he perceived, was already off for the
shore, swimming hand over hand, as if a swordfish were after him. Nicol
was being hauled up the side of the steamer at the end of a rope, just
as he had been hauled up from the Eilean-na-Rona dungeon; and his
brother Duncan had seized hold of the helm that had been cast loose
when the boat went down. Satisfied that every one was safe, Rob himself
struck out for the side of the steamer, and was speedily hauled on
board, presently finding himself on deck with his two dripping
The strange thing was that his father was nowhere to be seen, and
even the captain looked round and asked where John MacNicol was. At the
same moment a woman, all trembling, came forward and asked the mate if
they had got the man out.
'What man?' said he.
She said she had been standing by the paddle-box, and that one of
the sailors, the moment the accident had occurred, had opened the
gangway and jumped into the water, no doubt with the intention of
rescuing the boys. She had not seen him come up again, for just as he
went down the steamer backed.
At this news there was some little consternation. The mate called
aloud for John MacNicol; there was no answer. He ran to the other side
of the steamer; nothing was visible on the smooth water. They searched
everywhere, and the boat that had been lowered was pulled about, but
the search was in vain. The woman's story was the only explanation of
this strange disappearance; but the sailors suspected more than they
dared to suggest to the bewildered lads. They suspected that old
MacNicol had dropped into the water just before the paddles had made
their first backward revolution, and that in coming to the surface he
had been struck by one of the floats. They said nothing of this,
however; and as the search proved to be quite useless, the Glenara
steamed slowly onward to the quay.
It was not until the next afternoon that they recovered the body of
old MacNicol; and from certain appearances on the corpse, it was clear
that he had been struck down by the paddles in his effort to reach and
help his sons. That was a sad evening for Rob MacNicol. It was his
first introduction to the cruel facts of life. And amid his sorrow for
the loss of one who, in a sort of rough and reticent way, had been very
kind and even affectionate to him, Rob was vaguely aware that on
himself now rested the responsibility for the upbringing of his two
brothers and his cousin. He sat up late that night, long after the
others were asleep, thinking of what he should do. In the midst of this
silence the door was quietly opened, and Daft Sandy came into the small
'What do ye want at this time o' night?' said Rob angrily, for he
had been startled.
The old, bent, half-witted man looked cautiously at the bed, in
which Neil lay fast asleep.
'Whisht, Rob, my man,' he said in a whisper; 'I waited till every
one in Erisaig was asleep. Ay, ay! it's a bad day this day for you. And
what are ye going to do now, Rob? Ye'll be taking to the fishing?'
'Oh, ay; I'll be taking to the fishing!' said Rob bitterly, for he
had been having his dreams also, and had turned from them with a sigh.
'Of course I'll be taking to the fishing! And maybe ye'll tell me where
I am to get 40 pounds to buy a boat, and where I am to get 30 pounds to
buy nets? Maybe ye'll tell me that, Sandy?'
'What does the bank ken about me? They would as soon think of
throwing the money into Loch Scrone.'
'But ye ken, Rob, Coll Macdougall would give ye a share in his boat
for 12 pounds.'
'Twelve pounds! Man, ye're just daft, Sandy. Where am I to get 12
'Well, well, Rob,' said the old man coming nearer, and speaking
still more mysteriously, 'listen to what I tell ye. Some day or other
ye'll be taking to the fishing; and when that day comes I will put
something in your way. Ay, ay; the fishermen about Erisaig dinna know
everything; come to me, Rob, my man, and I'll tell ye something about
the herring. Ye are a good lad, Rob; many's the herring I've got from
ye when I wouldna go near the shore for they mischievous bairns; and
when once ye have a boat and nets o' your own I will tell ye something.
Daft Sandy is no so daft, maybe. Have ye ony tobacco, Rob?'
Rob said he had no tobacco; and making sure that Daft Sandy had come
to him with a pack of nonsense merely as an excuse to borrow money for
tobacco, he bundled him out of the house and went to bed.
Rob was anxious that his brothers and cousin, and himself, should
present a respectable appearance at the funeral; and in these humble
preparations nearly all their small savings were swallowed up. The
funeral expenses were paid by the Steamboat Company. Then after the
funeral, the few people who were present departed to their own homes,
no doubt imagining that the MacNicol boys would be able to live as
hitherto they had livedthat is, anyhow.
But there was a kindly man called Jamieson, who kept the grocery
shop, and he called Rob in as the boys passed home.
'Rob,' said he, 'ye maun be doing something now. There's a cousin of
mine has a whisky shop in the Saltmarket in Glasgow, and I could get ye
a place there.'
Rob's very gorge rose at the notion of his having to serve in a
whisky shop in Glasgow. That would be to abandon all the proud
ambitions of his life. Nevertheless, he had been thinking seriously
about the duty he owed to these lads, his companions, who were now
dependent on him. So he swallowed his pride and said,
'How much would he give me?'
'I think I could get him to give ye four shillings a week. That
would keep ye very well.'
'Keep me?' said Rob. 'Ay, but what's to become o' Duncan and Neil
'They must shift for themselves,' the grocer answered.
'That winna do,' said Rob, and he left the shop.
He overtook his companions and asked them to go along to some rocks
overlooking the harbour. They sat down therethe harbour below them
with all its picturesque boats, and masses of drying nets, and what
'Neil,' said Rob to his cousin, 'we'll have to think about things
now. There will be no more Eilean-na-Rona for us. We have just about as
much left as will pay the lodgings this week, and Nicol must go three
nights a week to the night school. What we get for stripping the nets
'll no do now.'
'It will not,' said Neil.
'Mr. Jamieson was offering me a place in Glasgow, but it is not very
good, and I think we will do better if we keep together. Neil,' said
he, 'if we had only a net, do ye not think we could trawl for cuddies?'
And again he said, 'Neil, do ye not think we could make a net for
ourselves out of the old rags lying at the shed?'
And again he said, 'Do ye think that Peter, the tailor, would lend
us his old boat for a shilling a week?'
It was clear that Rob had been carefully considering the details of
this scheme of co-operation. And it was eagerly welcomed, not only by
Neil, but also by the brothers Duncan and Nicol, who had been
frightened by the thought of Rob going away to Glasgow. The youngest of
all, Nicol, boldly declared that he could mend nets as well as any man
No sooner was the scheme thoroughly discussed, than it was
determined, under Rob's direction, to set to work at once. The woman
who kept the lodgings and cooked their food for them had intimated to
them that they need be in no hurry to pay her for a week or two until
they should find some employment; but they had need of money, or the
equivalent of money, in other directions. Might not old Peter, who was
a grumbling and ill-tempered person, insist on being paid in advance?
Then, before they could begin to make a net out of the torn and
rejected pieces lying about the shed, they must needs have a ball of
twine. So Rob bade his brothers and cousin go away and get their rude
fishing-rods and betake themselves to the rocks at the mouth of the
harbour, and see what fish they could get for him during the afternoon.
Meanwhile he himself went along to the shed which was used as a sort
of storage-house by some of the fishermen; and here he found lying
about plenty of pieces of net that had been cast aside in the process
of mending. This business of mending the nets is the last straw on the
back of the tired-out fisherman. When he has met with an accident to
his nets during the night, when he has fouled on some rocks in dragging
them in for example, it is a desperately fatiguing affair to set to
work to mend them when he gets ashore, dead beat with the labours of
the morning. The fishermen, for what reason I do not know, will not
entrust this work to their wives; they will rather, after having been
out all night, keep at it themselves, though they drop off to sleep
every few minutes. It is not to be wondered at, then, that often,
instead of trying to laboriously mend holes here or there, they should
cut out a large piece of torn net bodily and tack on a fresh piece. The
consequence is, that in a place like Erisaig there is generally plenty
of netting to be got for the asking; which is a good thing for
gardeners who want to protect currant bushes from the blackbirds, and
who will take the trouble to patch the pieces together.
Rob was allowed to pick out a large number of pieces that he thought
might serve his purpose; and these he carried off home. But then came
the question of floats and sinkers. Sufficient pieces of cork to form
the floats might in time be got about the beach; but the sinkers had
all been removed from the cast-away netting. In this extremity, Rob
bethought of rigging up a couple of guy-poles, as the salmon-fishers
call them, one for each end of the small seine he had in view; so that
these guy-poles, with a lump of lead at the lower end, would keep the
net vertical while it was being dragged through the water. All this
took up the best part of the afternoon; for he had to cadge about
before he could get a couple of stout poles; and he had to bargain with
the blacksmith for a lump of lead. Then he walked along to the point
where the other MacNicols were busy fishing.
They had been lucky with their lines and bait. On the rocks beside
them lay two or three small codling, a large flounder, two good-sized
lythe, and nearly a dozen saithe. Rob got hold of these; washed them
clean to make them look fresh and smart; put a string through their
gills, and marched off with them to the village.
He felt no shame in trying to sell fish: was it not the whole trade
of the village? He walked into the grocer's shop.
'Will ye buy some fish?' said he, 'they're fresh.'
The grocer looked at them.
'What do you want?'
'A ball of twine.'
'Let me tell ye this, Rob,' said the grocer, severely, 'that a lad
in your place should be thinking of something else than fleein' a
'I dinna want to flee any dragon,' said Rob, 'I want to mend a net.'
'Oh, that is quite different,' said the grocer; and then he added,
with a good-natured laugh, 'Are ye going to be a fisherman, Rob?'
'I will see,' Rob said.
So he had his ball of twineand a very large one it was. Off he set
to his companions.
'Come away, boys, I have other work for ye. Now, Nicol, my man,
ye'll show us what ye can do in the mending of nets. Ye havena been
Well, it took them several days of very hard and constant work
before they rigged up something resembling a small seine; and then Rob
affixed his guy-poles; and they went to the grocer and got from him a
lot of old rope on the promise to give him a few fresh fish whenever
they happened to have a good haul. Then Rob proceeded to his fateful
interview with Peter the tailor.
Peter was a sour-visaged, gray-headed old man, who wore horn-rimmed
spectacles. He was sitting cross-legged on his bench when Rob entered.
'Peter, will ye lend me your boat?'
'I will not.'
'Why will ye no lend me the boat?'
'Do I want it sunk, as ye sunk that boat the other day? Go away with
ye. Ye're an idle lot, you MacNicols. Ye'll be drooned some day.'
'We want it for the fishing, Peter,' said Rob, who took no notice of
the tailor's ill-temper. 'I'll give ye a shilling a week for the loan
'A shilling a week!' said Peter with a laugh. 'A shilling a week!
Where's your shilling?'
'There,' said Rob, putting it plump down on the bench.
The tailor looked at the shilling; took it up, bit it, and put it in
'Very well,' said he, 'but mind, if ye sink my boat, ye'll have
three pounds to pay.'
Rob went back eager and joyous. Forthwith, a thorough inspection of
the boat was set about by the lads in conjunction; they tested the
oars; they tested the thole-pins; they had a new piece of cork put into
the bottom. For that evening, when it grew a little more towards dusk,
they would make their first cast with their net.
Yes; and that evening, when it had quite turned to dusk, the people
of Erisaig were startled with a new proclamation. It was Neil MacNicol,
standing in front of the cottages, and boldly calling forth these
IS THERE ANY ONE WANTING CUDDIES? THERE ARE CUDDIES TO BE SOLD AT
THE WEST SLIP, FOR A SIXPENCE A HUNDERD!
 'Cuddies' is the familiar name in those parts for young saithe.
'Trawling,' again, means there the use of an ordinary seine.
 'Fleein' a dragon'flying a kite.
CHAPTER IV. FURTHER ENDEAVOUR.
That was indeed an anxious time when the four MacNicols proceeded to
try the net on which they had spent so much forethought and labour.
They had no great expectation of catching fish this evening; their
object was rather to try whether the ropes would hold, whether the
floats would be sufficient, and whether Rob's guy-poles would keep the
net vertical. So they got into the tailor's boat, and rowed away round
the point to a sandy bay where they had nothing to fear from rocks on
this their first experiment.
It was, as has been mentioned in the previous chapter, nearly
duskan excellent time for catching saithe, if saithe were about. The
net had been carefully placed in the stern of the boat, so that it
would run out easily, the rope attached to the guy-pole neatly coiled
on the top. Rob was very silent as his two brothers pulled away at the
long oars. He knew what depended on this trial. They had just enough
money left to settle with their landlady on the following evening; and
Nicol's school-fees had to be paid in advance.
They rowed quietly into this little bay, which, though of a sandy
bottom, was pretty deep. Rob had resolved to take the whole
responsibility of the experiment on himself. He landed his brothers and
his cousin, giving the latter the end of the rope attached to the
guy-pole; then he quietly pulled away again from the shore.
When the length of the rope was exhausted, he himself took the
guy-pole and gently dropped it over, to prevent splashing; and as he
did so the net began to pay out. He pulled slowly, just to see how the
thing would work; and it seemed to work very well. The net went out
freely, and apparently sank properly; from the top of the guy-pole to
the stern of the boat you could see nothing but the line of the floats
on the smooth water. But the net was a small one: soon it would be
exhausted; so Rob began to pull round towards the shore again. At the
same time Neil, who had had his instructions, began to haul in his end
of the net gently, so that by and by, when Rob had run the boat on the
beach, and jumped out with his rope in his hand, the line of floats
began to form a semicircle that was gradually narrowing and coming
nearer the shore.
It was a moment of great excitement, and not a word was spoken. For
although this was ostensibly only a trial to see how the net would
work, each lad in his secret heart was wondering whether there might
not be a haul of fish captured from the mysterious deep; and not one of
them, not Rob himself, could tell whether this very considerable weight
they were gradually pulling in was the weight of the net merely, or the
weight of fish, or the weight of seaweed.
The semicircle of the floats came nearer and nearer, all eyes
striving to pierce the clear water.
'I hope the rope'll no break,' said Rob, anxiously, for the weight
'And it's only seaweed!' said Duncan, in a tone of great
But Rob's eye had been caught by some unusual appearance in the
water. It seemed troubled somehow; and more especially near the line of
'Is it?' said he; and he hastily bade Duncan take the rope and haul
it gently in. He himself began to take up handfuls of small stones, and
fling them into the sea close by the two guy-poles, so that the fish
should be frightened back into the net. And as the semicircle grew
still smaller, it was very obvious that, though there might be seaweed
in the net, it was not all seaweed. By this time the guy-poles had been
got ashore; they were now hauling at the net itself.
'Quicker now, boys!' Rob called out. 'Man alive, look at that!'
All the space of water now enclosed by the net was seen to be in a
state of commotion; the net itself was being violently shaken; here and
there a fish leapt into the air.
'Steady, boys! Don't jerk, or ye'll tear the net to bits!' Rob
called out in great excitement.
For behold! when they had hauled this great weight up on the shore
with a final swoop, there was something there that almost bewildered
thema living mass of fish floundering about in the wet seaweedsome
springing into the airothers flopping out on to the sandmany
helplessly entangled in the meshes. It was a wonderful sight; but their
astonishment and delight had to give place to action.
'Run for the boat, Nicol! There's more where they came from!' Rob
Nicol rushed along to the boat; shoved her out; pulled her along to
where his companions were; and backed her, stern in. They had no
bucket; they had to fling the fish into the bottom of the boat. But
this business of stripping the netsshaking out the seaweed and
freeing the enmeshed fishwas familiar to them; and they all worked
with a will. There was neither a dog-fish nor a conger in all the haul,
so they had no fears for their hands. In less than a quarter of an hour
the net was back in the boat, properly arranged, and Rob ready to start
againat a place farther along the beach.
They were soon full of eagerness. In fact, they were too eager; and
this time they hauled in with such might and main that, just as the
guy-poles were nearing the shore, the rope attached to one of them
broke. But Rob instantly jumped into the water, seized the pole itself,
and hauled it out with him. Here, also, they had a considerable take of
fish; but there was a heavy weight of seaweed besides; and one or two
rents showed that they had pulled the net over rocks. So they went back
to the former ground; and so successful were they, and so eagerly did
they work, that when the coming darkness warned them to return to
Erisaig, they had the stern of the boat nearly full of very
Neil regarded this wonderful treasure of the deep, as he laboured
away at his oar.
'Man, Rob, who could have expected such a lot? And what will ye do
with them now? Will ye send them to Glasgow by the Glenara?I
think Mr. M'Aulay would lend us a box or two. Or will ye clean them and
dry them, and sell them from a barrow?'
'We canna start two or three trades all at once,' said Rob, after a
minute or two. 'I think we'll sell them straight off, if the folk are
no in bed. Ye'll gang and see, Neil; and I'll count the fish at the
'And what will I say ye will take for them?'
'I think I would ask a sixpence a hundred,' said Rob, slowly; for he
had been considering that question for the last ten minutes.
At length they got in to the slip; and Neil at once proceeded to
inform the inhabitants of Erisaig, who were still lounging about in the
dusk, that for sixpence a hundred they could have fine fresh 'cuddies.'
It might be thought that in a place like Erisaig, which was one of the
headquarters of the herring-trade, it would be difficult to sell fish
of any description. But the fact was that the herring were generally
contracted for by the agents of the salesmen, and shipped directly for
Glasgow, so that they were but rarely retailed in Erisaig itself;
moreover, people accustomed to herring their whole life through
preferred varietya freshly-caught mackerel, or flounder, or what not.
Perhaps, however, it was more curiosity than anything else that brought
the neighbours along to the west slip, to see what the MacNicols had
Well, there was a good deal of laughing and jeering, especially on
the part of the men (these were idlers: the fishermen were all gone
away in the boats); but the women, who had to provide for their
households, knew when they had a cheap bargain; and the sale of the
'cuddies' proceeded briskly. Indeed, when the people had gone away
again, and the four lads were by themselves on the quay, there was not
a single 'cuddy' leftexcept a dozen that Rob had put into a can of
water, to be given to the grocer in the morning as part payment for the
loan of the ropes.
'What do ye make it altogether?' said Neil to Rob, who was counting
'Three shillings and ninepence.'
'Three shillings and ninepence! Man, that's a lot. Will ye put it in
the savings bank?'
'No, I will not,' said Rob. 'I'm no satisfied with the net, Neil. We
must have better ropes all the way round; and whatever money we can
spare we maun spend on the net. Man, think of this now: if we were to
fall in with a big haul of herring or Johnnie-Dories, and lose them
through the breaking of the net, I think ye would jist sit down and
It was wise counsel, as events showed. For one afternoon, some ten
days afterwards, they set out as usual. They had been having varying
success; but they had earned more than enough to pay their landlady,
the tailor, and the schoolmaster; and every farthing beyond these
necessary expenses they had spent on the net. They had replaced all the
rotten pieces with sound twine; they had got new ropes; they had
deepened it, moreover, and added some more sinkers to help the
guy-poles. Well, on this afternoon, Duncan and Nicol, being the two
youngest, were as usual pulling away to one of the small quiet bays,
and Rob was idly looking around him, when he saw something on the
surface of the sea at some distance off that excited a sudden interest.
It was what the fishermen call 'broken water'a seething produced by a
shoal of fish.
'Look, look, Neil!' he cried. 'It's either mackerel or herring; will
we try for them?'
The greatest excitement at once prevailed on board. The younger
brothers pulled their hardest to make for that rough patch on the
water. Rob undid the rope from the guy-pole, and got this last ready to
drop overboard. He knew very well that they ought to have had two boats
to execute this manoeuvre; but was there not a chance for them if they
were to row hard, in a circle, and pick up the other end of the net
when they came to it? So Neil took a third oar: two rowing one side and
one the other was just what they wanted.
They came nearer and nearer that strange hissing of the water. They
kept rather away from it: and Rob quietly dropped the guy-pole over,
paying out the net rapidly, so that it should not be dragged after the
boat. Then the three lads pulled hard, and in a circle, so that at last
they were sending the bow of the boat straight towards the floating
guy-pole. The other guy-pole was near the stern of the boat, the rope
made fast to one of the thwarts. In a few minutes Rob had caught this
first guy-pole: they were now possessed of the two ends of the net.
But the water had grown suddenly quiet. Had the fish dived and
escaped them? There was not the motion of a fin anywhere: and yet the
net seemed heavy to haul.
'Rob,' said Neil, almost in a whisper, 'we've got them!'
'We havena got them,' was the reply; 'but they're in the net. Man, I
wonder if it'll stand out.'
Then it was that the diligent patching and the strong tackle told.
The question was not with regard to the strength of the net, it was
rather with regard to the strength of the younger lads; for they had
succeeded in enclosing a goodly portion of a large shoal of mackerel,
and the weight seemed more than they could get into the boat. But even
the strength of the younger ones seemed to grow into the strength of
giants when they saw through the clear water a great moving mass like
quicksilver. And then the wild excitement of hauling in; the difficulty
of it; the danger of the fish escaping; the warning cries of Rob; the
clatter made by the mackerel; the possibility of swamping the boat
altogether, as all the four were straining their utmost at one side.
Indeed, by an awkward tilt at one moment some hundred or two of the
mackerel were seen to glide away; but perhaps that rendered it all the
more practicable to get into the boat what remained. When that heaving,
sparkling, jerking mass of quicksilver at last was capturedshining
all through the brown meshes of the netthe younger lads sat down
quite exhausted, wet through, and happy.
'Man, Rob, what do you think of that?' said Neil in amazement.
'What do I think?' said Rob; 'I think that if we could get two or
three more hauls like that I would soon buy a share in Coll
MacDougall's boat and go after the herring.'
They had no more thought that afternoon of 'cuddy'-fishing after
this famous take. Rob and Neilthe younger ones having had their
sharerowed back to Erisaig; then Rob left the boat at the slip, and
walked up to the office of the fish-salesman.
'What will ye give me for mackerel?' he said.
The salesman laughed at him, thinking he had caught a few with rods
'I'm no buying mackerel,' said he; 'no by the half-dozen.'
'I've half a boat load,' said Rob.
The salesman glanced towards the slip, and saw the tailor's boat
pretty low in the water.
'Is that mackerel?'
'Yes, it is mackerel.'
'Where were you buying them?'
'I was not buying them anywhere. I caught them myselfmy brothers
'I do not believe you.'
'I cannot help that, then,' said Rob. 'But where had I the money to
buy mackerel from any one?'
The salesman glanced at the boat again.
'I'll go down to the slip with you.'
So he and Rob together walked down to the slip, and the salesmen had
a look at the mackerel. Apparently he had arrived at the conclusion
that, after all, Rob was not likely to have bought a cargo of mackerel
as a commercial speculation.
'Well, I will buy the mackerel from you,' he said. 'I will give you
half-a-crown the hundred for them.'
'Half-a-crown!' said Rob. 'I will take three-and-sixpence the
hundred for them.'
'I will not give it to you. But I will give you three shillings the
hundred, and a good price, too.'
'Very well, then,' said Rob.
So the MacNicols got altogether 2 pounds 8 shillings for that load
of mackerel: and out of that Rob spent the eight shillings on still
further improving the net; the 2 pounds going into the savings bank. It
is to be imagined that after this they kept a pretty sharp look-out for
'broken water;' but of course they could not expect to run across a
shoal of mackerel every day.
However, as time went on, with bad luck and with good, and by dint
of hard and constant work whatever the luck was, the sum in the savings
bank slowly increased; and at last Rob announced to his companions that
they had saved enough to enable him to purchase a share in Coll
MacDougall's boat. Neil and Duncan and Nicol were sorely disinclined to
part with Rob; but yet they saw clearly enough that he was getting too
old to remain at the cuddy-fishing, and they knew they could now work
that line of business quite well by themselves. What Rob said was this:
'You see it is a great chance for all of us that I should get a
share in the boat; for what I make at the herring-fishing will go into
the bank along with what you make at the trawling by the shore. And who
knows, if we all work hard enough, who knows but we may have a
herring-skiff all to ourselves some day? And that would be a fine thing
to have a herring-skiff to ourselves, and our own nets; and all that we
earned our own, and not in debt to any one whatever.'
Of course that was a dream of the future; for a herring-skiff costs
a considerable sum of money, and so do nets. But in the meantime they
were all agreed that what Rob counselled was wise; and a share in Coll
MacDougall's boat was accordingly purchased, after a great deal of
A proud lad was Rob MacNicol the afternoon he came along to the
wharf to take his place in the boat that was now partly his own. His
brothers and cousin were there to see him (envious a little, perhaps;
but proud also, for part of their money had gone to buy the share). He
had likewise purchased second-hand a huge pair of boots that were as
soft and pliable as grease could make them; and he carried a brand-new
yellow oilskin in his hand that crackled as he walked. Neil, Duncan,
and Nicol watched him throw his oilskin into the boat, and go forward
to the bow, and take his place there at the oar; and they knew very
well that if there was any one who could pull a huge oar better than
Rob MacNicol, it was not in Erisaig that that person was to be found.
Then the big herring-skiff passed away out to the point in the red glow
of the evening; and Rob had achieved the first great ambition of his
CHAPTER V. THE HIGH ROAD.
That was not a very good year for the herring-fishing on this part
of the coast; but at all events Rob MacNicol learned all the lore of
the fishermen, and grew as skilled as any of them in guessing at the
whereabouts of the herring; while at the end of the season he had more
than replaced the 12 pounds he had used of the common fund. Then he
returned to the tailor's boat, and worked with his brothers and cousin.
He was proud to know that he had a share in a fishing-skiff; but he was
not too proud to turn his hand to anything else that might help.
These MacNicol boys had grown to be greatly respected in Erisaig.
The audacity of four 'wastrel laddies' setting up to be fishermen on
their own account had at first amused the neighbours; but their success
and their conduct generally, soon raised them above ridicule; and the
women especially were warm in their commendation. They saw how Rob
gradually improved the appearance of his brothers and cousin. All of
them had boots and stockings now. Not only that, but they had white
shirts and jackets of blue cloth to go to church with on Sunday; and
each of them put twopence in the collection-plate just as if they had
all been sons of a rich shopkeeper. Moreover, they were setting an
example to the other boys about. Four of these, indeed, combined to
start a cuddy-fishing business similar to that of Rob's. Neil was
rather angry; but Rob was not afraid of any competition. He asked the
new boys to come and see how he had rigged up the guy-poles. He said
there were plenty of fish in the sea; and the market was large enough.
But when the new boys asked him to lend them some money to buy new
ropes he distinctly declined. He had got on without borrowing himself.
It was a long and dreary winter; but Nicol had nearly finished with
his schooling; and the seine-net had been largely added to; and every
inch of it overhauled. Then the cuddy-fishing began again; and soon
Rob, who was now nearly eighteen, and remarkably firm-set for his age,
would be away after the herring.
One day, as Rob was going along the main thoroughfare of Erisaig,
the banker called him into his office.
'Rob,' said he, 'have ye seen the skiff at the building-yard?'
'Ay,' said Rob rather wistfully, for many a time he had stood and
looked at the beautiful lines of the new craft. 'She's a splendid
'And ye've seen the new drift-net in the shed?'
'Ay, I have that.'
'Well, ye see, Rob,' continued Mr. Bailie, regarding him with a
good-natured look; 'I had the boat built and the net bought as a kind
of speculation; and I was thinking of getting a crew through from
Tarbert. They say the herring are beginning to come about some of the
western lochs. Now I have been hearing a good deal about you, Rob, from
the neighbours. They say that you, and your brothers and cousin, are
sober and diligent lads; and that you are good seamen, and careful.
Then you have been a while at the herring fishing yourself. Now do you
think you could manage that new boat?'
'Me!' said Rob, with his eyes staring, and his face aflame.
'I go by what the neighbours say, Rob. They say ye are a prudent
lad, not over venturesome; and I think I could trust my property to ye.
What say ye?'
In his excitement at the notion of being made master of such a
beautiful craft, Rob forgot the respect he ought to have shown in
addressing so great a person as the banker. He blurted out
'Man, I would just like to try!'
'I will pay ye a certain sum per week while the fishing lasts,'
continued Mr. Bailie, 'and ye will hire what crew ye think fit.
Likewise I will give ye a percentage on the takes. Will that do?'
Rob was quite bewildered. All he could say was
'I am obliged to ye, sir. Will ye wait for a minute till I see
And very soon the wild rumour ran through Erisaig that no other than
Rob MacNicol had been appointed master of the new skiff, the Mary of
Argyle; and that he had taken his brothers and cousin as his crew.
Some of the women shook their heads; and said it was a shame to let
such mere lads go to the herring-fishingfor some night or other they
would be drowned; but the men, who knew something of Rob's seamanship,
had no fear at all; and their only doubt was about the younger lads
being up to the heavy work of hauling in the nets in the morning.
But their youth was a fault that would mend week by week. In the
meantime, Rob, having sold out his share in MacDougall's boat, bought
jerseys and black boots and yellow oil-skins for his companions; so
that the new crew, if they were rather slightly built, looked smart
enough, as they went down to the slip to overhaul the Mary of Argyle.
With what a pride they regarded the long and shapely lines of
herthe yellow beams shining with varnish; the tall mast at the bow,
with its stout cordage; the brand-new stove, that was to boil their tea
for them in the long watches of the night; the magnificent oars; the
new sheets and sailseverything spick and span. And this great mass of
ruddy netting lying in the shed, with its perfect floats and accurate
sinkersthis was not like the makeshift that had captured the cuddies.
Then on the morning that the Mary of Argyle put to sea on her
trial trip, her owner was on board; but he merely sat on a thwart. It
was Rob who was at the tiller; Rob wanted to try the boat; the owner
wanted to observe the crew. And first of all she sailed lightly out of
the harbour, with the wind on her beam; then outside, the breeze being
fresher, they let her away down Loch Scrone, with the brilliant new
lug-sail bellying out; then they brought her round, and fought her up
against the stiff windRob's brief words of command being obeyed with
the rapidity of lightning.
'Well, what do ye think of her?' said Mr. Bailie to his young
Rob's face was aglow with pride.
'I think she's like a race-horse!' he said. 'I think she would lick
any boat in Erisaig Bay.'
'But it is not to run races I have handed her over to ye. You must
be careful, Rob; and run back if there's any squally weather about.
I'll no be vexed if you're over cautious. For ye know if anything was
to happen to one of they lads, the people would say I had done wrong in
lippening a boat to such a young crew.'
'Well, sir,' said Rob, boldly, 'ye have seen them work the boat. Do
they look like lads who do not know what sailing a boat is?'
Mr. Bailie laughed, and said no more.
Then came the afternoon on which they were to set out for the first
time after the herring. All Erisaig came out to see; and Rob was a
proud lad as he stepped on board (with the lazy indifference of the
trained fisherman very well imitated) and took his seat as stroke oar.
The afternoon was lovely; there was not a breath of wind; the setting
sun shone over the bay; and the Mary of Argyle went away across
the shining waters with the long white oars dipping with the precision
of clock-work. It was not until they were at the mouth of the harbour
that something occurred which seemed likely to turn this brave
setting-out into ridicule.
This was Daft Sandy, who rowed his punt right across the path of the
Mary of Argyle, and, as she came up, called to Rob.
'What is it ye want?' Rob called to him.
'I want to come on board, Rob,' the old man said, as he now rowed
his punt up to the stern of the skiff.
'I have no tobacco, and I have no whisky,' Rob said, impatiently.
'There'll be no tobacco or whisky on board this boat so long as I have
anything to do with her; so ye needna come for that, Sandy.'
'It's no for that,' said Daft Sandy, as, with the painter of his
boat in one hand, he gripped the stern of the skiff with the other.
Now Rob was angry. Many of the Erisaig people would still be
watching their setting-out; and was it to be supposed that they had
taken this doited old body as one of the crew? But then Daft Sandy was
at this moment clambering into the boat; and Rob could not get up and
fight with an old man, who would probably tumble into the water.
'Rob,' said he, in a whisper, as he fastened the painter of his
punt, 'I promised I would tell ye something. I'll show ye how to find
'You!' said Rob, derisively.
'Ay, me, Rob, I'll make a rich man of you. I will tell you something
about the herring that not any one in Erisaig knowsthat not any one
in Scotland knows.'
'Why havena ye made a rich man of yourself, Sandy?' said Rob, with
more good nature.
The half-witted creature did not seem to see the point of this
'Ay, ay,' he said, 'many is the time I was thinking of telling this
one or telling that one; but when I would go near it was always Daft
Sandy! and Daft Sandy! and there was always the peltin' wi' the
broken herringexcept from you, Rob. And I was saying to myself that
when Rob MacNicol has a boat of his own, then I will show him how to
find the herring, and no one will know but himself.'
By this time the MacNicols had taken to their oars again; and they
had pulled outside the harbour, the old punt still astern. Then Rob had
to speak plainly.
'Look here, Sandy, I will not put ye ashore by force. But I canna
have your punt at the stern of the boat. It'll be in the way of the
But the old man was more eager than ever. If they would only pull
into the bay hard by, he would anchor the punt and leave it. He begged
Rob to take him for that night's fishing. He had discovered a sure sign
of the presence of herringunknown to any of the fishermen. What was
the phosphorescence in the sea?the nights were too clear for that.
What was the mere breaking of the water?a moving shoal that might
escape. But this sign that the old man had discovered went to show the
presence of large masses of the fish, stationary and deep: it was the
appearance on the surface of the water of small air-bubbles. He was
sure of it. He had watched it. It was a secret worth a bankful of
money. And again, he besought Rob to let him accompany him; Rob had
stopped the lads when they were throwing herring at him; Rob alone
should have the benefit of this valuable discovery of his.
Rob MacNicol was doubtful; for he had never heard of this thing
before; but he could not resist the importunities of the old
half-witted creature. They pulled in and anchored the punt; then they
set forth again, rowing slowly as the light faded out of the sky, and
keeping a watch all around on the almost glassy seas.
There was no sign of any herring; no solan geese sweeping down; no
breaking of the water; and none of the other boats, so far as they
could make out, had as yet shot their nets. The night was coming on,
and they were far away from Erisaig; but still old Sandy kept up his
watch, studying the surface of the water, as if he expected to find
pearls floating there. And at last, in great excitement, he grasped
Rob's arm. Leaning over the side of the boat, they could just make out
in the dusk a great quantity of minute air-bubbles rising to the
surface of the sea.
'Put some stones along with the sinkers, Rob,' the old man said in a
whisper, as if he were afraid of the herring hearing; 'go deep, deep,
Well, they quietly let out the seemingly interminable drift-net as
they pulled gently along, and when that was accomplished they took in
the long oars again. Nicol lit up the little stove, and proceeded to
boil the tea. The bundle containing their supper was opened, and Sandy
had his share and his can of tea like the others.
They had a long time of waiting to get over through the still summer
night, but still Rob was strangely excited, wondering whether Sandy had
really, in pottering about, discovered a new indication of the
whereabouts of the herring, or whether he was to go back to Erisaig in
the morning with empty nets. There was another thing too. Had he shown
himself too credulous before his companions? Had he done right in
listening to what might be only a foolish tale? The others began to
doze off; Rob not. He did not sleep a wink all night.
Well, to let out a long drift-net, which sometimes goes as deep as
fifteen fathoms, is an easy affair, but to haul it in again is a sore
task; and when it happens to be laden, and heavily-laden, with
silver-gleaming fish, that is a break-back business for four young
lads. But there is such a thing as the nervous, eager, joyous, strength
of success; and if you are hauling in yard after yard of a dripping
net, only to find the brown meshes all bestarred with the silver
herring,then even young lads can work like men. Daft Sandy was
laughing all the while.
'Rob, my man, what think ye o' the air-bubbles now? Maybe Daft Sandy
is no sae daft. And do you think I would be going and telling any one
but yourself, Rob? Do you think I would be going and telling any one
that was throwing the broken herring at me, and always a curse for me
when I went near the skiffs, and not once a glass of whisky for an old
man? Well, Rob, I will not ask you for a glass of whisky. If you say it
is a teetotal boat, it is a teetotal boat; but you will not forget to
give me whole herring for bait when you are going out of the bay?'
Rob could not speak; he was breathless. Nor was their work nearly
done when they had got in the net with all its splendid gleaming
treasure. There was not a breath of wind; they had to set to work to
pull the heavy boat back to Erisaig. The gray of the dawn gave way to a
glowing sunrise; when they at length reached the quay, dead-beat with
fatigue and want of sleep, the people were all about.
They were dead-beat; but there were ten crans of herring in that
boat. And you should have seen Rob's air when he counselled Neil and
Duncan and Nicol to go away home and have a sleep, and when he loftily
called on two or three of the boys on the quay to come in and strip the
nets. But the three MacNicols were far too excited to go away. They
wanted to see the great heap of fish ladled out in baskets on to the
quay. Mr. Bailie came along not long after that, and shook hands with
Rob, and congratulated him; for it turned out that while not another
Erisaig boat had that night got more than from two to three crans, the
Mary of Argyle had turned ten cransas good herring as ever were
got out of Loch Scrone.
Well, the MacNicol lads were now in a fair way of earning an
independent and honourable living, and this sketch of how they had
struggled into that position from being mere wastrelsliving about the
shore like so many curlewsmay fitly cease here. Sometimes they had
good luck, and sometimes bad luck; but always they had the advantage of
that additional means of discovering the whereabouts of the herring
that had been imparted to them by Daft Sandy. And the last that the
present writer heard of them was this, that they had bought outright
the Mary of Argyle and her nets from the banker; and that they
were building for themselves a small stone cottage on the slope of the
hill above Erisaig; and that Daft Sandy had been taken away from the
persecution of the harbour boys to become a sort of general
major-domocook, gardener, and mender of nets. Moreover, each of the
MacNicols has his separate bank account now; each has got a silver
watch; and Rob was saying the other day that he thought that he and his
brothers and his cousin ought to take a trip to London (as soon as the
herring-fishing was over), for perhaps they might see the Queen there,
and at any rate they could go and have a look at Smithfield, where the
English beheaded Sir William Wallace.
 Though the herring-skiffs are so-called, they are comparatively
large and powerful boats, and will stand a heavy sea.