Between him and it was a heaving space of dark blue water, crested2 here and there with gleaming white.
The gale4 of the night was blowing itself out, but the wind still sang against the spars that swung to and fro through a wider arc of the sky than most of the guests on board found compatible with an appearance at breakfast.
Woolly flocks of white cloud came up from the Atlantic, raced through the clear blue overhead, and huddled5 down together behind the land.
It was a day boisterous6 with the joy of life, but Caragh's face showed no appreciation8 of its quality. His chair slid forward and back with the rolling deck, but his eyes were fixed9 gloomily upon the green hills, and he paid no heed10 to his own movement.
His sombre absorption gave him the appearance of being affected11 by the floundering seas; but he never suffered from sea-sickness and was grateful to the gale for having cleared the deck of the ship's jovial12 company.
He wished to be by himself, and yet it was himself that he was most anxious to evade13; it was from self-sickness that he was suffering.
He had spoken the truth in telling Laura Marton that the faith in Lettice Nevern's eyes was his one hope of deliverance. He believed, if he could respond to that, even with the honest dishonesty which alone was possible—if he could, as he told her, "make a good girl's dreams come true"—that he might in time build up for himself an artificial constancy, and so regain14 his self-esteem15.
That hope seemed not too high, face to face with the woman who was doing her best to shatter it. It sustained him while he was fighting her fascination—successfully, as he told himself; while he was dragging his weakness in a wounded sort of triumph, out of her reach; while he was hurrying his things on board the day after.
But there, unluckily, his victory ended. Seated apathetically16 in a deck-chair on the Candia, watching the long coast slip by from Thanet to the Lizard17, the leaden turmoil18 of the Channel, and then the clouded purples of the Kerry Hills, he learnt how superficial was his advantage, how deeply he was in bondage19.
He had, indeed, got out from England, but he had brought so little of himself away that it seemed an impertinence to offer it to any woman in marriage. His heart—or at least what in such affairs is called the heart—and all those cravings of the body which go with the heart were, and would remain, in Laura Marten's keeping.
She was right in every boast of her dominion20 over him. She was the woman for whom he had not waited, of whom long ago he had despaired. The woman who could have satisfied him body and soul, absorbing his desires, inspiring his dreams.
No partiality in the past had persuaded him to imagine that of any woman he had admired. They were just what they were—dainty, lovely, brilliant, bewitching; but nothing more to him than to any one who had a taste for them.
But here at last was the woman made for him, mad for him: warm with that fugitive21 spirit of sense which was in her only and for him alone.
He knew that, though he knew not how he knew it, as certainly, as responsively as a lock knows the wards22 of its key.
It was as a key that she had entered him; and within him, at her moving, the levers of a secret life had stirred—a strange new complexity23 of being which no mortal influence had disturbed before.
She had revealed to him all that life had not yielded him, all that now it could never yield, a correlation24 undreamed of between man and woman.
And she had come curiously25 too late. That was his bitterness. He would have sacrificed for her every other allegiance of the past, save this one which brought him no pleasure. From Lettice Nevern he could only come to her as a man debased for ever in his own esteem. Nothing could excuse such a betrayal, nothing could redeem26 him after it was done.
Happiness with the woman he must marry was out of the question; but happiness without her was now for him equally uncompassable. He had a choice only between two sorts of despair. Under such conditions it seemed improbable that he would prove a very cheerful companion, but such predictions were with Caragh especially difficult. His humour was always available for his own misfortunes, and in this case his fortune was too deplorable not to be concealed27.
Since it entirely28 absorbed his unconscious thoughts his attention always seemed preoccupied29; an abstraction which lent however, an agreeable effect of detachment from ordinary worries.
He was, perhaps for that reason, the serenest30 member of the ship's company, and the one most obligingly at the service of other men's affairs.
But on this windy morning he was allowed to reflect on his own adversities, till a shout from forward called his eyes towards the shore.
The Candia had just cleared a long headland and opened the narrow bay beyond, where, canted slightly to starboard, lay a big three-master, the rags of her royals and a staysail slapping the wind, the long blue rollers breaking against her in spouts31 of foam32.
She was evidently on the rocks, and yet an impracticable distance from the forbidding shore, which swept in a purple skirting of cliff about her. Dark figures could be seen moving on the bridge and in the rigging, and the flutter of a woman's skirts could be made out against the shrouds33.
The Candia stood in towards the shore, and her decks were soon crowded with excited passengers, waiting anxiously the lowering of a boat and speculating on the way in which a rescue would be attempted.
A line of colour ran up to the barque's peak, and was answered presently by a signal from the steamer; then the engines slowed and stopped.
The Candia rolled ponderously34 in the long swell35 while another signal was exchanged the splash of the lead becoming suddenly audible in the silence.
The vessels36 were now not more than five hundred yards apart, and every detail could be seen upon the wreck38.
Save for the few figures on the bridge and poop, all those on board her had taken to the rigging, as the sloping decks were swept by the heavier waves.
Several women could be seen on her, and the glass showed them to be lashed39 to the shrouds, and apparently40 exhausted41.
Each fresh evidence of urgency increased the impatience42 on board the Candia. Yet no scheme of assistance seemed in progress. The engines were reversed, the Candia backed in a trifle closer, the roar of the breakers began to make a continuous moil in the air, but the boats hung undisturbed on their davits.
The captain was on the bridge and could not be questioned, but presently Sir Anthony Palmer, who as chairman of the Candia's company was superintending the cruise, was seen coming aft with a grave face.
He said, in answer to a volley of questions, that no help could be given till the sea went down and the tide had risen. A ledge43 of rocks lay between the two ships, already defined occasionally by a thrash of foam over which no boat could pass.
The stranger must have been carried across it at high water some hours earlier, had struck on a second ledge between that and the shore, and was now equally cut off from succour from the sea or from the land.
Rockets were at once suggested, but Sir Anthony explained that the distance was too great for a rocket line to cover, and that the tides precluded44 the floating in of a buoy45. Nothing could be done but wait and pray that the vessel37 might not break up during the next twelve hours.
Some one asked if she were likely to, and Sir Anthony admitted that she had signalled her fears of such an event.
"Couldn't some one swim to her?" said a voice from the taffrail.
Sir Anthony shook his head; to cross the ledge with the break of water on it at present would be to court almost certain death.
There was a pause; all eyes were turned towards the reef, where the vessel lay in the gay morning, like some masquerade of death, between the lovely colours of the sea and shore.
Caragh leant back in his chair with a yawn, and looked up at the sky.
The backs of the heads between him and the ship's side became suddenly a ring of faces, and the first stupidity of surprise was expressed by the question, "Can you swim?"
Caragh looked at them with no expression of interest, and Sir Anthony shook his head.
"You couldn't do it, my dear fellow," he protested; "you couldn't do it!"
"Perhaps not," said Maurice; "but I can have a try." Sir Anthony's hands and head shook in voluble negation47.
"The captain wouldn't permit it for a moment," he asserted.
"Well," said Caragh, "of course the captain can refuse me the use of a line, but he can't, without being very unpleasant, prevent my going overboard."
There was an instant's pause, and then the group about the chair burst into simultaneous suggestion and advice.
Caragh was slapped on the shoulder; his previous performances in the water were demanded; encouragement and remonstrance48 were alternately tendered, and everything obvious on the situation was said.
"I'm not a professional performer," he explained at last, "but I can keep afloat as long as most men, and if I'm ready to take the risks of a swim, I don't think it should be any one's business to stop me."
This met a varied49 response, and with a general acclamation for the captain the speakers were moving forward when that officer appeared, looking for Sir Anthony, who at once put the case to him.
The captain, with a glance at Caragh still seated in his chair, dismissed the matter with a shrug50 of his shoulders. But he had miscalculated the passiveness of the man before him.
Caragh got quietly upon his feet, looked across the water at the wreck, and then turned to the captain.
"If you can't spare me a line to take on board her, I'll have to bring you back one of hers," he said.
"Of course you can do that," said Caragh, looking again across the sea, "but it won't make a pretty story if those poor devils are drowned under our eyes."
At that moment a sailor brought the signalling slate52 aft to the captain, who looked glum53 and handed it to Sir Anthony.
"Tide's leaving her," he explained.
"Her back is breaking, is that it?" asked Sir Anthony.
The captain nodded.
"She won't hold together long after that?"
"Probably not," said the captain.
Caragh's offer found none but backers when the gravity of the signal was made known.
The captain still protested its insanity54, but he was persuaded in the end to withdraw his prohibition55 and do what was possible to start the venture with the best chances of success.
The ship was to be taken a little nearer the southern shore to give the swimmer what help could be had from the tide, and the lightest line on board was prepared while Caragh went below to strip, accompanied by a couple of admirers, who insisted on the necessity of his being oiled before entering the water.
As he never expected to come out of it alive he had no wish for oil, but did desire urgently to be left alone for the next few moments.
He had made his offer from no surge of sympathy, no flush of valour. He was not braver probably than most of those on board, nor cared twopence more than they for the fate of the derelicts. His proposal was but the climax56 of his morning thoughts. He could endure himself no longer. The wretchedness of his passion would bear no further the thought of the girl he was on his way to meet. Every instant in the day-time, and night after night in his dreams, that splendid presence possessed57 him to which he had for ever said good-bye. And in the fever of that possession he could not think of a wife. Yet of what else could he think, as every hour brought her nearer, and made sharper for him the shame of her exultant58 face, and the reproach in her confiding59 arms. Never for an instant had his tenderness faltered60. She was dearer to him than a sister; dearer by all she had given him, by all she was prepared to give; dearer above all by what she believed him to have given her.
And it was his tenderness that made unendurable the treachery of his faithfulness, the loyalty61 of the lie which was to make them one.
It was at the worst of such a reflection that death suddenly appeared to him as the escape, the release for them both; for the pledge which he had given and for her trust in his word.
Death, a high and honourable62 end, making a finish to his unprofitable life, leaving her with faith undimmed!
At that cold moment of his abasement63 there seemed nothing better. Given an hour to think it over and he would probably have recoiled64 from the sacrifice. There was even some measure of recoil65 in his mind as he went down the reeling ladder to his cabin, though there was no change in his determination. Death had ceased to look attractive; it was simply something for which, like a fool, he had let himself in. Yet under that was a dull indifference66 to what became of him.
He submitted to his oiling; then just as he was about to leave his cabin a remembrance came to him. He fumbled67 in his berth68 for the sovereign-case on his watch chain, opened it, slipped out a couple of gold pieces, took what looked like a wafer from beneath them, and put it into his mouth. The two men with him imagined the small gray disc to be some kind of sustaining lozenge. It was a tiny portrait of Laura Marton.
As he went shivering on deck Caragh made a wry69 mouth as his teeth met on the picture, and he imagined the suggestions its discovery would have offered to the woman he was to wed7.
He had a hazy70 recollection afterwards of the close and eager crowd which surrounded him as he fitted the clammy belt of the lifeline about his body and climbed over the taffrail for a dive. It was a crowd warm with enthusiasm and admiration71; with little to say, but with that in what it said which might have brought a blush to his whole body. But he heard nothing.
Then as the vessel lurched to starboard he let his body fall forward and shot down into the sea.
Before his head rose above the surface the cold water had changed his indifference to life into a disgust at his own temerity72.
The ship heeled over as if about to impale73 him with her yards. Then he was lifted on the roller, and saw the wreck before him, looking much further off than it had from the deck. He laid his course on a cliff to the south which the captain had given him to steer74 by, and turned over on his side. His left arm swung high and white out of the blue water, regular and unhurried as though he were bathing, and his head dipped under and was driven clear of the surface with every stroke. With his face thrown back he could see the dark skirting of spectators along the ship's side swinging into and out of the sky.
They were admiring in speech and in silence his courage and cool indifference to the occasion, and the humour of their admiration moved him as he thought of it almost to a laugh.
That he, with his despairs, his self-contempt, his growing disgust at his foolhardiness, should appear to them as a heroic figure appealed to his keen sense of parody75. What pretty reading in unconscious irony76 would the obituary77 paragraphs of his valour make for the gods of fate.
Yet valour of a sort he had, for it never once occurred to him to feign78 an inability to go further, though the line he carried was beginning to retard79 him at every stroke.
The ship he had left was now lost to him in each trough of the waves; he could hear the break of the rollers over the reef, and saw that the tide had already drifted him to windward of the wreck. The roar in front increased as he proceeded, and at last he could see, as he rose, the waves thirty yards beyond him suddenly flatten80, flinging up a veil of spray into the air. For a moment he hung irresolute81; there, if ever a man might see it, was death visible before him. Then, with a curious sense of obliteration82, his mind cleared. It seemed empty of thought or fear as the open sky above him; not a shred83 even of anticipation84 floated anywhere within it. He trod water as he gathered a dozen loops of the lifeline in his hand, lest he should be hung up and dragged under by it when flung over the ledge. Then he went forward. A moment later, when the wave that had lifted him suddenly sank and smashed before him into a terrible welter of foam above the reef, his heart sank; but decision was past him. He knew that he was rising on the wave that followed, heard a strange crisp noise above him, and felt the crest3 dart85 forward like the head of a snake.
The next instant he was rolled up in the foam and flung onward86 like a whirling wheel. He lost his senses for a second from sheer giddiness, and found himself fighting for breath and the surface in almost quiet water, with the black sides of the wreck not fifty yards ahead.
The line was coiled about his body, but his limbs were free, and he seemed quite unhurt, and strangely unsurprised to be so, though but a moment back he had been prepared for destruction.
He was soon on the lee side of the wreck, and after some little difficulty was hauled on board, being too weak to lift himself from the water.
He fell when set down upon the deck, and only then discovered that two of the bones in his left foot were broken, and that blood was draining from a gash87 nine inches long in his thigh88. He also became aware that, unlike the Candia, the wreck carried a mixed cargo89 of humanity, and was amused even in his unhappy plight90 to notice that its immense relief and gratitude91 quite overruled any considerations of sex.
There was no surgeon on board, the saloons were awash; but the women tore up their petticoats to bind92 his wound, and, rolled in blankets from the deck-house, he was made fast to the driest part of the poop.
There, drenched93 with spray and in a good deal of pain, he lay till evening, declining to use the means of safety he had provided till all but the captain and second mate had left the ship. The rigging up of a traveller had proved a difficult matter with the wreck heeling over as the tide left her, and the wind rising again after the ebb94 made all other means of communication impossible.
The captain was only got on board the Candia as darkness was falling, and Caragh had some salve for his hurts in the knowledge that the wreck slid off the reef and sank at high water before the next dawn.
He drew near Ballindra with sentiments a good deal modified by his adventure.
Life had proved itself to be worth more to him than he had supposed, and sheer weakness from loss of blood as he lay bandaged on the sunny deck made the quiet certainty of a woman's love seem good in itself.
Sir Anthony had telegraphed a very picturesque95 account of the rescue, and owing to the Candia having to put back to land her new passengers Lettice had read the story before Caragh arrived.
There is, perhaps, no happier moment possible to a woman than that in which she hears the world applauding the man she loves and is about to marry.
To Lettice, so new to love and to a near interest in any of the world's noises, the moment was almost overwhelming. It was a pain of happiness, a tense fear that such glad fortune could not endure. Caragh had sent her a wire, more kind than true, to say that he was mending splendidly, but she tortured herself with every sort of deplorable anticipation, till she came to expect little from the Candia's arrival but her lover's body.
But she woke one morning to see the big liner, gay with flags, lying before her windows at the mouth of the river.
She dressed at a pace that left her maid staring, and took the steepest of short cuts to the slip. There, at that hour of the morning, not a soul was to be seen, so she hauled in the lightest of the moored96 boats and sculled herself down the river against the tide.
On the way the maiden97 modesty98, which had so far been as breathless as every other part of her, found a word to say.
For a moment the sculls stopped, and then dipped slowly to hold her against the tide.
Then the boat went ahead again, but more deliberately99. While she was dressing100 Lettice had forgotten every one in the world but herself and Maurice. Now, with the big ship before her, she remembered the others.
As she ran down to the slip she had thought of nothing but to get to him as soon as possible. Now there seemed a dozen things besides, all very important for a young lady.
But her doubts and fears were set at rest by a shout from the ship, and she looked over her shoulder to see Caragh standing101 by the flag pole waving his hat.
He was at the head of the gangway as she came up it, on a pair of improvised102 crutches103, looking very white, but with nothing left her to wish for in the welcome of his eyes.
Sir Anthony, who was at his elbow, as radiant as herself, protested fussily104 at his imprudence, and walked them both over to the chart-house, which had been arranged for Caragh's use, where he left them to order breakfast.
Lettice, fastened to her seat by the windows round her, and dumb with happiness, could only gaze into Caragh's face. He looked back at her with a smile, which broke at last in laughter.
"You've heard all about it?" he asked.
"Oh, I should think I had!" she breathed.
"Comic, wasn't it?"
"Comic!" she repudiated105 indignantly; "how can you?"
"I can't," he replied ruefully; "it's comic only for me, and no one else will ever see it. Ah, but if you knew!"
"I do know," she exclaimed imposingly106, "and every one else knows that you were a hero."
"Yes," she said proudly, "on Monday."
"Heroes were cheap on Monday," he explained with a whimsical sigh, "but I've been a hero when heroes were very, very dear."
She looked at him with the wistful misgiving108 which was always stirred by his half-serious banter109. "I know a hero," she said, "who is very, very dear to-day."
He met the love in her eyes with such a tender appreciation that, disregarding the windows, she had half risen to kiss him, when the head steward110 entering, wrinkled with smiles and suffusing111 the joyousness112 of the occasion, set a breakfast tray between them.
He greeted Lettice with the custom of an old retainer, and commented on Caragh's health as though personally responsible for its condition.
"We're all that proud of him, miss, I can tell you," he said as he withdrew with the covers.
But his flattery was spoilt for Lettice by the appearance of a meal which declared the newness of the morning with such emphasis.
"Was it awful, coming at such an hour?" she begged of Caragh.
"Shocking," he said unmoved; "five minutes earlier and you'd have found me in my bath."
"In that case," he said, "I should probably have never landed."
"Never landed!"
"No," he went on; "I should have taken your absence for a sign that you couldn't goad114 yourself to meet me; that you were cowering115 at home, dreading116 my arrival, and with your heart lost to a much lovelier young man."
"Oh, Maurice!"
"Yes," he continued; "I have never been able to believe that any woman's flighty little soul could be worthy117 of my own virgin118 and unchangeable affection."
"Maurice," she pleaded, "don't say things like that to-day; I want you to be quite serious and quite yourself."
"Heaven forbid!" he protested as he took her hand.
The chief engineer had devised a sling119 to lower Caragh into the boat; the purser had illuminated120 an inscription121 to him, signed by every one on board; there seemed to be innumerable hands to shake and good wishes to respond to before the boat was clear of the ship's side.
And then he had to wave his hat again and again to the cheers and shouts of farewell, Lettice sitting beside him burning like a rose.
But her hour came when she had him laid at last upon a sofa by his favourite window, and was kneeling on the floor beside him. Her mouth had been thirsting all day to kiss him, and when he leaned his head back and smiled at her she set her lips on his as though to drink from them.
"Oh, my darling," she murmured, lifting her face to look once more into his eyes, "you can't think what these last few days have been. It didn't seem possible that you could live and come back to me after doing all those splendid things. It was too much happiness for any one. And I was horrid122 and faithless, and felt sure you'd die. I ought to have known that God would take care of us, because you'd been so brave and loved me so."
Despite himself there was a tinge123 of pain and shame that showed on Caragh's face, and Lettice lifted her arm that had rested, ever so lightly, across his body.
"Did I hurt you, dear?" she questioned anxiously.
"Oh, it's only just at first," was his ambiguous answer. But he drew her face towards him and kissed it again.
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