Both Christian3 Vellacott and the Abbé were on deck. They had been there the whole night. They had lain motionless side by side upon the old sail. Day vanished, night stole on, and day came again without either having closed his eyes or opened his lips.
They now stood near the steersman, and looked upon the land with an interest which only comes after heavy weather at sea. To the Englishman this little fishing-port was unknown, and he did not care to ask. The vessel4 was now dropping up the river, with anchor swinging, and the women on the pier were walking inland slowly, keeping pace and waving a greeting from time to time in answer to a husband's shout.
“That is she, Monsieur L'Abbé,” said Hoel Grall, with a peculiar5 twitch6 of his coarse mouth, as if from pain. “That is she with the little child!”
René Drucquer bowed his head, saying nothing. The Deux Frères slowly edged alongside the old quay7 in her usual berth8 above the sardine9 boats. A board was thrown across from the rail to the quay, and the priest stepped ashore10 alone. He went towards the smiling young wife without any hesitation11; she stood there surrounded by the wives of the sailors on board the Deux Frères, with her snowy coiffe and spotless apron12, holding her golden-haired child by the hand. All the women curtsied as the priest approached, for in these western provinces the Church is still respected.
“My daughter,” said the Abbé, “I have bad news for you.”
She smiled still, misunderstanding his calmness.
“Ah, mon père,” she said, “it is the season of the great winds now. What a long voyage it has been! And you say it is a bad one. My husband is no doubt in despair, but another voyage is sure to be better; is it not so? I have not seen Loic upon the deck, but then my sight is not good. I am not from Audierne, mon père, but from inland where we cannot see so far.”
The priest changed colour; no smile came into his face in response to hers. He stepped nearer, and placed his hand upon her comely14 arm.
“It has been a very bad voyage for your poor husband,” he said. “The Holy Virgin15 give you comfort.”
Slowly the colour vanished from the woman's round checks. Her soft, short-sighted eyes filled with a terrible, hopeless dismay as she stared at the young priest's bowed head. The women round now began to understand, and they crossed themselves with a very human prayer of thankfulness that their husbands and brothers had been spared.
“Loic is dead?” she said, in a rasping voice. For some moments she stood motionless, then, in obedience16 to some strange and unaccountable instinct, she began turning up the sleeves of her rough brown dress, as if she were going to begin some kind of manual work.
“The Holy Virgin comfort you, my daughter; and you, my little one,” said the priest, as he stooped to lay his hand upon the golden head of the child.
“Loic is dead! Loic is dead!” spread from mouth to mouth.
“That comes from having ought to do with the priests,” muttered the customs officer, beneath his heavy moustache. He was an old soldier, who read the newspapers, and spoke17 in a loud voice on Sunday evenings in the Café de l'Ouest.
The Abbé heard the remark, and looked at the man, but said nothing. He remembered that no Jesuit must defend himself.
The girl-widow stepped on board the untidy vessel in a mechanical, dreamy way. She dragged the little trotting18 child almost roughly after her. Christian Vellacott stood at the low cabin door. He was in the dress of a Probationer of the Society of Jesus, which he had assumed at the request, hesitatingly made, of René Drucquer, and for the very practical reason that he had nothing else to wear except a torn dress-coat and Hoel Grall's Sunday garments.
“Bless me, mon père,” lisped the little one, stopping in front of him.
“Much good will a blessing19 of mine do you, little one,” he muttered in English. Nevertheless, he lifted the child up and kissed her rosy20 cheek. He kept her by his side, letting the mother go to her dead husband alone.
When the woman came from the cabin half-an-hour later, hard-faced, and with dry, stony21 eyes, she found the child sitting on Christian's knee, prattling22 away in broken French. Tears came to her aching eyes at the sight of the happy, fatherless child; the hard Breton heart was touched at last.
The Abbé's instructions were to keep his prisoner confined under lock and key in the cabin until nightfall, when he was to be removed inland in a carriage under the surveillance of two lay-brethren. Christian, however, never for a moment doubted his ability to escape when he wished to do so, and acting23 upon this conviction he volunteered a promise not to attempt evasion24. Dressed as he was, in the garments of a probationer, there was no necessity of awaiting nightfall, as there was nothing unusual about him to attract attention. Accordingly the departure from the Deux Frères was fixed25 for midday. In the meantime the young Englishman found himself the object of unremitting attention on the part of two smooth-faced individuals who looked like domestic servants. These two men had come on board at the same moment that the Abbé stepped ashore, and Christian noticed that no word of greeting or recognition passed between them and René Drucquer. This was to him a further proof of the minuteness of organisation26 which has characterised the Order since Ignatius Loyola wrote down his wonderful “Constitutions,” in which no trifle was too small to be unworthy of attention, no petty dramatic effect devoid27 of significance. Each man appeared to have received his instructions separately, and with no regard to those of his companion.
In the meantime, however, the journalist had not been wasting his time. Although he still looked upon the whole affair as a very good farce28, he had not forgotten the fact that his absence must necessarily have been causing endless anxiety in England. During the long night of wakefulness he had turned over in his mind every possible event at St. Mary Western since his sudden disappearance29. Again and again he found himself wondering how they would all take it, and his conclusions were remarkably30 near to the truth. He guessed that Mr. Bodery would, sooner or later, be called in to give his opinion, and he sincerely hoped that the course taken would be the waiting tactics which had actually been proposed by the editor of the Beacon31.
In this hope he determined32 to communicate with Sidney Carew, and having possessed33 himself of a blank Customs Declaration Form, he proceeded to write a letter upon the reverse side of it. In this he told his friend to have no anxiety, and, above all, to institute no manner of search, because he would return to England as soon as his investigations34 were complete. The letter was written in guarded language, because Christian had arrived at the conclusion that the only means he had of despatching it was through the hands of René Drucquer. The crew of the Deux Frères were not now allowed to speak with him. He possessed no money, and it would have been folly36 to attempt posting an unstamped letter addressed to England in a little place like Audierne.
Accordingly, as they were preparing to leave the vessel (the care of poor Loic having been handed over to the village curé), Christian boldly tendered his request.
“Read it yourself,” urged Christian. “No harm can possibly come of it. My friend will do exactly as I tell him. In fact, it will be to your benefit that it should go.”
Still the Jesuit shook his head. Suddenly, however, in the midst of an argument on the part of the Englishman, he gave in and took the letter.
“Give it to me,” he said; “I will risk it.”
Christian watched him place the letter within the breast of his “soutane,” unread. The two lay-brethren were noting every movement.
Presently the priest removed his broad-brimmed hat and passed through the little doorway38 into the dimly lighted cabin where the dead sailor lay. He left the door ajar. After glancing at the dead man's still face he fell upon his knees by the side of the low bunk39, and remained with bowed head for some moments. At last he rose to his feet and took the Englishman's letter from his breast. The envelope was unclosed, and with smooth, deliberate touch he opened the letter and read it by the light of the candle at the dead man's head, of which the rays were to illuminate40 the wandering soul upon its tortuous41 way. The priest read each word slowly and carefully, for his knowledge of English was limited. Then he stood for some seconds motionless, with arms hanging straight, staring at the flame of the candle with weary, wondering eyes. At last he raised his hand and held the flimsy paper in the flame of the candle till it was all burnt away. The charred42 remains43 fluttered to the ground, and one wavering flake44 of carbonised paper sank gently upon the dead man's throat, laid bare by the hand of his frenzied45 wife.
“He said that I was not a Jesuit,” murmured the priest, as he burnt the envelope, and across his pale face there flitted an unearthly smile.
Scarcely had the thin smoke mingled46 with the incense-laden air when Christian pushed open the door. The two men looked their last upon the rigid47 face dimly illuminated48 by the light of the wavering candles, and then turned to leave the ship.
The carriage was waiting for them on the quay, and Christian noticed that the two men who had been watching him since his arrival at Audierne were on the box. René Drucquer and himself were invited to enter the roomy vehicle, and by the way in which the door shut he divined that it was locked by a spring.
At the village post-office the carriage stopped, and, one of the servants having opened the door, the priest descended49 and passed into the little bureau. He said nothing about the letter addressed to Sidney Carew, but Christian took for granted that it would be posted. Instead of this, however, the priest wrote a telegram announcing the arrival of the Deux Frères, which he addressed to “Morel et Fils, Merchants, Quimper.”
“Hoel Grall asked me to despatch35 this,” he said quietly, as he handed the paper to the old postmaster.
After this short halt the carriage made its way rapidly inland. Thus they travelled through the fair Breton country together, these two strangely contrasting men brought together by a chain of circumstances of which the links were the merest coincidences. Christian Vellacott did not appear to chafe50 against his confinement51. He took absolutely no notice of the two men whose duty it was to watch his every movement. The spirit of adventure, which is not quite educated out of us Englishmen yet, was very strong in him, and the rapid movement through an unknown land to an unknown goal was not without its healthy fascination52. He lay back in the comfortable carriage and sleepily watched the flying landscape. Withal he noticed by the position of the sun the direction in which he was being taken, and despite many turns and twists he kept his bearings fairly well. The carriage had left the high road soon after crossing the bridge above Audierne, and was now going somewhat heavily over inferior thoroughfares.
The sun had set before Vellacott awoke to find that they were still lumbering53 on. He had, of course, lost all bearing now, but he soon found that they had been journeying eastward54 since leaving the coast.
A halt was made for refreshment55 at a small hillside village which appeared to be mainly inhabited by women, for the men were all sailors. The accommodation was of the poorest, but bread was procurable56, and eggs, meat being an unknown luxury in the community.
In the lowering light they journeyed on again, sometimes on the broad post-road, sometimes through cool and sombre forests. Many times when Christian spoke kindly57, or performed some little act of consideration, the poor Abbé was on the point of disclosing his own treason. Before his eyes was the vision of that little cabin. He saw again the dancing flame of the paper in his hand, throwing its moving light upon the marble features of that silent witness as the charred fragments fluttered past the still face to the ground. But as the stone is worn by the dropping water, so at last is man's better nature overcome by persistent58 undermining when the work is carried out by men chosen as possessing “a mind self-possessed and tranquil59, delicate in its perceptions, sure in its intuitions, and capable of a wide comprehension of various subjects.” What youthful nature could be strong enough to resist the cunning pressure of influences wielded60 thus? So René Drucquer carried the secret in his heart until circumstances rendered it unimportant.
Man is, after all, only fallible, and those to whom is given the privilege of accepting or refusing candidates for admission to the great Society of Jesus had made a fatal error in taking René Drucquer. Never was a man more unfitted to do his duty in that station of life in which he was placed. His religious enthusiasm stopped short of fanaticism61; his pliability62 would not bend so low as duplicity. All this the young journalist learnt as he penetrated63 further into the sensitive depths of his companion's gentle temperament64. The priest was of those men to whom love and brotherly affection are as necessary as the air they breathe. His wavering instincts were capable of being hardened into convictions; his natural gifts (and they were many) could be raised into talents; his life, in fact, could have been made a success by one influence—the love of a woman—the one influence that was forbidden: the single human acquirement that must for ever be beyond the priest's reach. This Christian Vellacott felt in a vague, uncertain way. He did not know very much about love and its influence upon a man's character, these questions never having come under his journalistic field of inquiry65; but he had lately begun to wonder whether man's life was given to him to be influenced by no other thoughts than those in his own brain—whether there is not in our existence a completing area in the development of character.
Looking at the matter from his own personal point of view—from whence even the best of us look upon most things—he was of the opinion that love stands in the path of the majority of men. This had been his view of the matter for many years; probably it was the reflection of his father's cynically67 outspoken68 opinion, and a well-grown idea is hard to uproot69.
Brought up, as he had been, by a pleasure-seeking and somewhat cynical66 man, and passing from his care into the busy and practical journalistic world, it was only natural that he should have acquired a certain hardness of judgment70 which, though useful in the world, is not an amiable71 quality. He now felt the presence of a dawning charity towards the actions of his fellow-men. A month earlier he would have despised René Drucquer as a weak and incapable72 man; now there was in his heart only pity for the young priest.
Soon after darkness had settled over the country the carriage descended into a deep and narrow valley through which ran a rapid river of no great breadth. Here the driver stopped, and the two travellers descended from the vehicle. The priest exchanged a few words in a low voice with one of the servants who had leapt down from the box, and then turning to Vellacott he said in a curt13 manner—
“Follow me, please.”
The Englishman obeyed, and leaving the road they turned along a broad pathway running at the side of the water. Christian noticed that they were going upstream. Presently they reached a cottage, and a woman came from the open doorway at their approach. Without any greeting or word of welcome she led the way down some wooden steps to the ferry-boat. As she rowed them across, the journalist took note of everything in his quick, keen way. The depth of the water, rapidity of current, and even the fact that the boat woman was not paid for her services.
“Are we near our destination?” he asked in English when he saw this.
“We have five minutes more,” replied the priest in the same language.
On landing, they followed another small path for some distance, down-stream. It was a quiet moss-grown path, with poplar trees on either side, and appeared to be little used. Suddenly the young priest stopped. There was the trunk of an elm tree lying on the inside of the path, evidently cut for the purpose of making a rough seat.
“Let us sit here a few minutes,” said René.
Christian obeyed. He sat forward and stretched his long legs out.
“I am aching all over,” he said impatiently; “I wonder what it means!”
“My friend,” he said presently, “a few minutes more and my care of you ceases. This journey will be over. For me it has been very eventful. In these few days I have learnt more than I did during all the long years of my education, and what I have learnt will never be forgotten. Without breathing one word of religion you have taught me to respect yours; without uttering a single complaint you have made me think with horror and shame of the part I have played in this affair. I dare ... scarcely hope that one day you will forgive me!”
Christian raised his hand slowly to his forehead. The gleam of the sleek74, smooth water flowing past his feet made him giddy. He wondered vaguely75 if the strange, dull feeling that was creeping over his senses was the result of extreme fatigue76.
“You speak as if we were never going to meet again,” he said dreamily.
The priest did not answer for some moments. His slim hands were tightly clasped upon his knees.
“It is probable,” he said at length, “that such will be the case. If our friendship is discovered it is certain!”
“Then our friendship must not be discovered,” said the practical Englishman.
“But, my friend, that would be deceit—duplicity!”
“A little duplicity, more or less, cannot matter much,” replied Christian, in a harder voice.
The priest looked up sharply, half fearing that his own treachery in the matter of the letter was suspected. But his companion remained silent, and the darkness prevented the expression of his face from being seen.
“And,” continued the Englishman, after a long pause, “I am to be left here?”
There was a peculiar ring of weary indifference77 in his tone, as if it mattered little where he was left. The priest noticed it and remembered it later.
“I know nothing, my friend. I have but to obey my orders.”
“And close your mind against thought?”
“I cannot prevent the thoughts from coming into my mind,” replied the priest gently, “but I can keep them prisoners when they have entered.”
He rose suddenly, and led the way along the river bank. Had Christian's manner been more encouraging he would have told him then and there about the letter.
As they passed along the narrow footpath78, the dim form of a man rose from behind the log of wood upon which they had been sitting. It was one of the lay brethren who had accompanied them from Audierne. Contrary to René Drucquer's whispered instructions, he had followed them after quitting the carriage, and had crept up behind the poplars unheard and unsuspected. He came, however, too late. Unconsciously, Christian had saved his companion.
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