“I am the boatman,” replied Loo, over his shoulder. “Are you afraid?”
“What is the good of being afraid?” asked this woman of the world, stopping at the head of the steps and peering down into the darkness into which he had descended3. “What is the good of being afraid when one is old and married? I was afraid enough when I was a girl, and pretty and coquette like Mademoiselle, here. I was afraid enough then, and it was worth my while—allez!”
Barebone made no answer to this dark suggestion of a sprightly4 past. The present darkness and the coming storm commanded his full attention. In the breathless silence, Juliette and Marie—and behind them, Jean, panting beneath the luggage balanced on his shoulder—could hear the wet rope slipping through his fingers and, presently, the bump of the heavy boat against the timber of the steps.
This was followed by the gurgle of a rope through a well-greased sheave and the square lug5, which had been the joy of little Sep Marvin at Farlingford, crept up to the truck of the stubby mast.
“There is no wind for that,” remarked Marie, pessimistically.
“There will be to spare in a few minutes,” answered Barebone, and the monosyllabic Jean gave an acquiescent6 grunt7.
“Luggage first,” said Barebone, lapsing8 into the curtness9 of the sea. “Come along. Let us make haste.”
They stumbled on board as best they could, and were guided to a safe place amidships by Loo, who had thrown a spare sail on the bottom of the boat.
“As low as you can,” he said. “Crouch down. Cover yourselves with this. Right over your heads.”
“Listen,” was all the answer he gave her. And as he spoke11, the storm rushed upon them like a train, with the roar and whirl of a locomotive.
Loo jumped aft to the tiller. In the rush of the hail, they heard him give a sharp order to Jean, who must have had some knowledge of the sea, for he obeyed at once, and the boat, set free, lurched forward with a flap of her sail, which was like the report of a cannon12. For a moment, all seemed confusion and flapping chaos13, then came a sense of tenseness, and the boat heeled over with a swish, which added a hundred-weight of solid water to the beating of the hail on the spare sail, beneath which the women crouched14.
“What? Did you speak?” shouted Loo, putting his face close to the canvas.
“It is only Marie calling on the saints,” was the answer, in Juliette's laughing voice.
In a few minutes it was over; and, even at the back of the winds, could be heard the retreat of the hail as it crashed onward15 toward the valleys of which every slope is a named vineyard, to beat down in a few wild moments the result of careful toil16 and far-sighted expenditure17; to wipe out that which is unique, which no man can replace—the vintage of a year.
When the hail ceased beating on it, Juliette pushed back the soaked canvas, which had covered them like a roof, and lifted her face to the cooler air. The boat was rushing through the water, and close to Juliette's cheek, just above the gunwale, rose a curved wave, green and white, and all shimmering18 with phosphorescence, which seemed to hover19 like a hawk20 above its prey21.
The aftermath of the storm was flying overhead in riven ribbons of cloud, through which the stars were already peeping. To the westward22 the sky was clear, and against the last faint glow of the departed sun the lightning ran hither and thither23, skipping and leaping, without sound or cessation, like fairies dancing.
Immediately overhead, the sail creaked and tugged24 at its earings, while the wind sang its high clear song round mast and halliards.
Juliette turned to look at Barebone. He was standing25, ankle deep, in water, leaning backward to windward, in order to give the boat every pound of weight he could. The lambent summer-lightning on the western horizon illuminated26 his face fitfully. In that moment Juliette saw what is given to few to see and realise—though sailors, perforce, lie down to sleep knowing it every night—that under Heaven her life was wholly and solely27 in the two hands of a fellow-being. She knew it, and saw that Barebone knew it, though he never glanced at her. She saw the whites of his eyes gleaming as he looked up, from moment to moment, to the head of the sail and stooped again to peer under the foot of it into the darkness ahead. He braced28 himself, with one foot against the thwart29, to haul in a few inches of sheet, to which the clumsy boat answered immediately. Marie was praying aloud now, and when she opened her eyes the sight of the tossing figure in the stern of the boat suddenly turned her terror into anger.
“Ah!” she cried, “that Jean is a fool. And he, who pretends to have been a fisherman when he was young—to let us come to our deaths like this!”
She lifted her head, and ducked it again, as a sea jumped up under the bow and rattled30 into the boat.
“I see no ship,” she cried. “Let us go back, if we can. Name of God!—we shall be drowned! I see no ship, I tell you!”
“But I do,” answered Barebone, shaking the water from his face, for he had no hand to spare. “But I do, which is more important. And you are not even wet!”
And he laughed as he brought the boat up into the wind for a few seconds, to meet a wild gust31. Juliette turned in surprise at the sound of his voice. In the safe and gentle seclusion32 of the convent-school no one had thought to teach her that death may be faced with equanimity33 by others than the ordained34 of the Church, and that in the storm and stress of life men laugh in strange places and at odd times.
Loo was only thinking of his boat and watching the sky for the last of the storm—that smack35, as it were, in the face—with which the Atlantic ends those black squalls that she sends us, not without thunder and the curtailed36 lightning of northern seas. He was planning and shaping his course; for the watchers on board “The Last Hope” had already seen him, as he could ascertain37 by a second light, which suddenly appeared, swung low, casting a gleam across the surf-strewn water, to show him where the ladder hung overside.
“Tell Monsieur de Gemosac that I have Mademoiselle and her maid here in the boat,” Barebone called out to Captain Clubbe, whose large face loomed38 above the lantern he was holding overside, as he made fast the rope that had been thrown across his boat and lowered the dripping sail. The water was smooth enough under the lee of “The Last Hope,” which, being deeply laden39, lay motionless at her anchor, with the stream rustling40 past her cables.
“Stand up, mademoiselle,” said Barebone, himself balanced on the after-thwart. “Hold on to me, thus, and when I let you go, let yourself go.”
There was no time to protest or to ask questions. And Juliette felt herself passed on from one pair of strong arms to another, until she was standing on the deck under the humming rigging, surrounded by men who seemed huge in their gleaming oil-skins.
“This way, mademoiselle,” said one, who was even larger than the others, in English, of which she understood enough to catch his meaning. “I will take you to your father. Show a light this way, one of you.”
His fingers closed round her arm, and he led her, unconscious of a strength that almost lifted her from her feet, toward an open door, where a lamp burnt dimly within. It smelt41 abominably42 of an untrimmed wick, Juliette thought, and the next minute she was kissing her father, who lay full length on a locker43 in the little cabin.
She asked him a hundred questions, and waited for few of the answers. Indeed, she supplied most of them herself; for she was very quick and gay.
“I see,” she cried, “that your foot has been tied up by a sailor. He has tried to mend it as if it were a broken spar. I suppose that was the Captain who brought me to you, and then ran away again, as soon as he could. Yes; I have Marie with me. She is telling them to be careful with the luggage. I can hear her. I am so glad we had a case of fever at the school. It was a lay sister, a stupid woman. But how lucky that I should be at home just when you wanted me!”
She stood upright again, after deftly44 loosening the bandage round her father's ankle, and looked at him and laughed.
“Poor, dear old papa,” she said. “One sees that you want some one to take care of you. And this cabin-oh! mon Dieu! how bare and uncomfortable! I suppose men have to go to sea alone because they can persuade no woman to go with them.”
She pounced45 upon her father again, and arranged afresh the cushions behind his back, with a little air of patronage46 and protection. Her back was turned toward the door, when some one came in, but she heard the approaching steps and looked quickly round the cabin walls.
“Heavens!” she exclaimed, in a gay whisper. “No looking-glass! One sees that it is only men who live here.”
And she turned, with smiling eyes and a hand upraised to her disordered hair, to note the new-comer. It was Dormer Colville, who laid aside his waterproof47 as he came and greeted her as an old friend. He had, indeed, known her since her early childhood, and had always succeeded in keeping pace with her, even in the rapid changes of her last year at school.
“Here is an adventure,” he said, shaking hands. “But I can see that you have taken no harm, and have not even been afraid. For us, it is a pleasant surprise.”
He glanced at her with a smiling approbation48, not without a delicate suggestion of admiration49, such as he might well permit himself, and she might now even consider her due. He was only keeping pace.
“I stayed behind to initiate50 your maid, who is, of course, unused to a ship, and the steward51 speaks but little French. But now they are arranging your cabin together.”
“How delightful52!” cried Juliette. “I have never been on a ship before, you know. And it is all so strange and so nice. All those big men, like wet ghosts, who said nothing! I think they are more interesting than women; perhaps it is because they talk less.”
“Perhaps it is,” admitted Colville, with a sudden gravity, similar to that with which she had made the suggestion.
“You should hear the Sisters talk—when they are allowed,” she said, confidentially53.
“And whisper when they are not. I can imagine it,” laughed Colville. “But now you have left all that behind, and have come out into the world—of men, one may say. And you have begun at once with an adventure.”
“Yes! And we are going to Bordeaux, papa and I, until his foot is well again. Of course, I was in despair when I was first told of it, but now that I see him I am no longer anxious. And your messenger assured me that it was not serious.”
She paused to look round the cabin, to make sure that they were alone.
“How strange he is!” she said to both her hearers, in confidence, looking from one to the other with a quick, birdlike turn of the head and bright eyes. “I have never seen any one like him.”
“No?” said Dormer Colville, encouragingly.
“He said he was an Englishman; but, of course, he is not. He is French, and has not the manner of a bourgeois54 or a sailor. He has the manner of an aristocrat—one would say a Royalist—like Albert de Chantonnay, only a thousand times better.”
“Yes,” said Colville, glancing at Monsieur de Gemosac.
“More interesting, and so quick and amusing. He spoke of a heritage in France, and yet he said he was an Englishman. I hope he will secure his heritage.”
“Yes,” murmured Colville, still looking at Monsieur de Gemosac.
“And then, when we were in the boat,” continued Juliette, still in confidence to them both, “he changed quite suddenly. He was short and sharp. He ordered us to do this and that; and one did it, somehow, without question. Even Marie obeyed him without hesitating, although she was half mad with fear. We were in danger. I knew that. Any one must have known it. And yet I was not afraid; I wonder why? And he—he laughed—that was all. Mon Dieu! he was brave. I never knew that any one could be so brave!”
She broke off suddenly, with her finger to her lips; for some one had opened the cabin door. Captain Clubbe came in, filling the whole cabin with his bulk, and on his heels followed Loo Barebone, his face and hair still wet and dripping.
“Mademoiselle was wondering,” said Dormer Colville, who, it seemed, was quick to step into that silence which the object of a conversation is apt to cause—“Mademoiselle was wondering how it was that you escaped shipwreck55 in the storm.”
“Ah! because one has a star. Even a poor sailor may have a star, mademoiselle. As well as the Prince Napoleon, who boasts that he has one of the first magnitude, I understand.”
“You are not a poor sailor, monsieur,” said Juliette.
“Then who am I?” he asked, with a gay laugh, spreading out his hands and standing before them, beneath the swinging lamp.
The Marquis de Gemosac raised himself on one elbow.
“I will tell you who you are,” he said, in a low, quick voice, pointing one hand at Loo. “I will tell you.” And his voice rose.
“You are the grandson of Louis XVI. and Marie Antoinette. You are the Last Hope of the French. That is your heritage. Juliette! this is the King of France!”
Juliette turned and looked at him, with all the colour gone from her face. Then, instinctively56, she dropped on one knee, and before he had understood, or could stop her, had raised his hand to her lips.
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lug
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grunt
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curtness
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grumbled
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spoke
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cannon
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chaos
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expenditure
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hawk
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ordained
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pounced
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approbation
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admiration
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delightful
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bourgeois
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