Barebone had unceremoniously dragged his hand away from the hold of Juliette's fingers. He made a step back and then turned toward the door at the sound of his shipmate's well-known voice. He stood staring out into the darkness like one who is walking in his sleep. No one spoke2, and through the open doorways3 no sound came to them but the song of the wind through the rigging.
At last Barebone turned, and there was no sign of fear or misgiving4 in his face. He looked at Clubbe, and at no one else, as if the Captain and he were alone in the cabin where they had passed so many years together in fair weather, to bring out that which is evil in a man, and foul5, to evolve the good.
“What do YOU say?” he asked, in English, and he must have known that Captain Clubbe understood French better than he was ready to admit.
Clubbe passed his hand slowly across his cheek and chin, not in order to gain time, or because he had not an answer ready, but because he came of a slow-speaking race. His answer had been made ready weeks before while he sat on the weather-beaten seat set against the wall of “The Black Sailor” at Farlingford.
“Tide's turned,” he answered, simply. “You'd better get your oilskins on again and go.”
“Yes,” said Loo, with a queer laugh. “I fancy I shall want my oilskins.”
The boat which had been sent from Royan, at the order of the pilot, who went ashore6 there, had followed “The Last Hope” up the river, and was now lying under the English ship's stern awaiting her two passengers and the turn of the tide.
Dormer Colville glanced at the cabin clock.
“Then,” he said, briskly, “let us be going. It will be late enough as it is before we reach my cousin's house.”
He turned and translated his remark for the benefit of the Marquis and Juliette, remembering that they must needs fail to understand a colloquy7 in the muttered and clipped English of the east coast. He was nervously8 anxious, it would appear, to tide over a difficult moment; to give Loo Barebone breathing space, and yet to avoid unnecessary question and answer. He had not lived forty adventurous9 years in the world without learning that it is the word too much which wrecks10 the majority of human schemes.
Their preparations had been made beforehand in readiness for the return of the tide, without the help of which the voyage back to Royan against a contrary wind must necessarily be long and wearisome.
There was nothing to wait for. Captain Clubbe was not the man to prolong a farewell or waste his words in wishes for the future, knowing how vain such must always be. Loo was dazed still by the crash of the storm and the tension of the effort to bring his boat safely through it.
The rest had not fully11 penetrated12 to his inmost mind yet. There had been only time to act, and none to think, and when the necessity to act was past, when he found himself crouching13 down under the weather gunwale of the French fishing-boat without even the necessity of laying hand on sheet or tiller, when, at last, he had time to think, he found that the ability to do so was no longer his. For Fortune, when she lifts up or casts down, usually numbs14 the understanding at the first turn of her wheel, sending her victim staggering on his way a mere15 machine, astonishingly alive to the necessity of the immediate16 moment, careful of the next step, but capable of looking neither forward nor backward with an understanding eye.
The waning17 moon came up at last, behind a distant line of trees on the Charente side, lighting18 up with a silver lining19 the towering clouds of the storm, which was still travelling eastward20, leaving in its wake battered21 vines and ruined crops, searing the face of the land as with a hot iron. Loo lifted his head and looked round him. The owner of the boat was at the tiller, while his assistant sat amidships, his elbows on his knees, looking ahead with dreamy eyes. Close to Barebone, crouching from the wind which blew cold from the Atlantic, was Dormer Colville, affably silent. If Loo turned to glance at him he looked away, but when his back was turned Loo was conscious of watching eyes, full of sympathy, almost uncomfortably quick to perceive the inward working of another's mind, and suit his own thereto.
Thus the boat plunged22 out toward the sea and the flickering23 lights that mark the channel, tacking24 right across to that spit of land lying between the Gironde and the broad Atlantic, where grows a wine without match in all the world. Thus Loo Barebone turned his back on the ship which had been his home so long and set out into a new world; a new and unknown life, with the Marquis de Gemosac's ringing words buzzing in his brain yet; with the warm touch of Juliette's lips burning still upon his hand.
“You are the grandson of Louis XVI. and Marie Antoinette! You are the Last Hope of France!”
Colville was talking to the “patron” now. He knew the coast, it seemed, and, somewhere or other, had learnt enough of such matters of local seafaring interest as to set the fisherman at his ease and make him talk.
They were arranging where to land, and Colville was describing the exact whereabouts of a little jetty used for bathing purposes, which ran out from the sandy shore, quite near to Mrs. St. Pierre Lawrence's house, in the pine-trees, two miles south of Royan. It was no easy matter to find this spot by the dim light of a waning moon, and, half-mechanically, Loo joined in the search, and presently, when the jetty was reached, helped to make fast in a choppy sea.
They left the luggage on the jetty and walked across the silent sand side by side.
“There,” said Colville, pointing forward. “It is through that opening in the pine-trees. A matter of five minutes and we shall be at my cousin's house.”
“It is very kind of Mrs. St. Pierre Lawrence,” answered Barebone, “to—well, to take me up. I suppose that is the best way to look at it.”
Colville laughed quietly.
“Yes—put it thus, if you like,” he said. They walked on in silence for a few yards, and then Dormer Colville slipped his hand within his companion's arm, as was the fashion among men even in England in those more expansive days.
“I think I know how you feel,” he said, suiting his step to Barebone's. “You must feel like a man who is set down to a table to play a game of which he knows nothing, and on taking up his cards finds that he holds a hand all court-cards and trumps—and he doesn't know how to play them.”
Barebone made no answer. He had yet to unlearn Captain Clubbe's unconscious teaching that a man's feelings are his own concern and no other has any interest or right to share in them, except one woman, and even she must guess the larger half.
“But as the game progresses,” went on Colville, reassuringly26, “you will find out how it is played. You will even find that you are a skilled player, and then the gambler's spirit will fire your blood and arouse your energies. You will discover what a damned good game it is. The great game—Barebone—the great game! And France is the country to play it in.”
He stamped his foot on the soil of France as he spoke.
“The moment I saw you I knew that you would do. No man better fitted to play the game than yourself; for you have wit and quickness,” went on this friend and mentor27, with a little pressure on his companion's arm. “But—you will have to put your back into it, you know.”
“What do you mean?”
“Well—I noticed at Farlingford a certain reluctance28 to begin. It is in the blood, I suppose. There is, you know, in the Bourbon blood a certain strain of—well, let us say of reluctance to begin. Others call it by a different name. One is not a Bourbon for nothing, I suppose. And everything—even if it be a vice—that serves to emphasise29 identity is to be cultivated. But, as I say, you will have to put your back into it later on. At present there will be less to do. You will have to play close and hold your hand, and follow any lead that is given you by de Gemosac, or by my humble30 self. You will find that easy enough, I know. For you have all a Frenchman's quickness to understand. And I suppose—to put it plainly as between men of the world—now that you have had time to think it over—you are not afraid, Barebone?”
“Oh no!” laughed Barebone. “I am not afraid.”
“One is not a Barebone—or a Bourbon—for nothing,” observed Colville, in an aside to himself. “Gad! I wish I could say that I should not be afraid myself under similar circumstances. My heart was in my mouth, I can tell you, in that cabin when de Gemosac blurted31 it all out. It came suddenly at the end, and—well!—it rather hit one in the wind. And, as I say, one is not a Bourbon for nothing. You come into a heritage, eight hundred years old, of likes and dislikes, of genius and incapacity, of an astounding32 cleverness, and a preposterous33 foolishness without compare in the history of dynasties. But that doesn't matter nowadays. This is a progressive age, you know; even the Bourbons cannot hold back the advance of the times.”
“I come into a heritage of friends and of enemies,” said Barebone, gaily—“all ready made. That seems to me more important.”
“Gad! you are right,” exclaimed Colville. “I said you would do the moment I saw you step ashore at Farlingford. You have gone right to the heart of the question at the first bound. It is your friends and your enemies that will give you trouble.”
“More especially my friends,” suggested Loo, with a light laugh.
“Right again,” answered Colville, glancing at him sideways beneath the brim of his hat. And there was a little pause before he spoke again.
“You have probably learnt how to deal with your enemies at sea,” he said thoughtfully at length. “Have you ever noticed how an English ship comes into a foreign harbour and takes her berth34 at her moorings? There is nothing more characteristic of the nation. And one captain is like another. No doubt you have seen Clubbe do it a hundred times. He comes in, all sail set, and steers35 straight for the berth he has chosen. And there are always half a dozen men in half a dozen small boats who go out to meet him. They stand up and wave their arms, and point this way and that. They ask a hundred questions, and with their hands round their faces, shout their advice. And in answer to one and the other the Captain looks over the side and says, 'You be damned.' That will be the way to deal with some of your friends and all your enemies alike, Barebone, if you mean to get on in France. You will have to look over the side at the people in small boats who are shouting and say, 'You be damned.'”
They were at the gate of a house now, set down in a clearing amid the pine-trees.
“This is my cousin's house,” said Dormer Colville. “It is to be your home for the present. And you need not scruple36, as she will tell you, to consider it so. It is not a time to think of obligations, you understand, or to consider that you are running into any one's debt. You may remember that afterward37, perhaps, but that is as may be. For the present there is no question of obligations. We are all in the same boat—all playing the same game.”
And he laughed below his breath as he closed the gate with caution; for it was late and the house seemed to hold none but sleepers38.
“As for my cousin herself,” he continued, as they went toward the door, “you will find her easy to get on with-a clever woman, and a good-looking one. Du reste—it is not in that direction that your difficulties will lie. You will find it easy enough to get on with the women of the party, I fancy—from what I have observed.”
And again he seemed to be amused.
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