The cabin made as pretty a little marine3 piece as ever the light of the early sun flashed into. There were flowers of fragrance4 and of rich colours; the small table sparkled with its hospitable5 furniture; the polished bulkheads rippled6 with light, and the diamond-like glance of the lustrous7, dancing sea seemed to be swept by the blue air gushing8 athwart the sky-light into the mirrors, which enriched this little boudoir of a cabin. But it was the presence of Grace which informed this picture with those qualities of sweetness, elegance9, refinement10, perfume, which I now found in it, but had not before noticed. How proudly my young heart rose to the sight of her! to the thought of her as my own, one and indivisible, no longer the distant hope, which for weary months past her aunt had made her to me, but my near sweetheart—my present darling—her hand within reach of my grasp.
We sat together in earnest conversation. It was not for me to pretend that I could witness no imprudence in our elopement. Indeed, I took care to let her know that I regretted the step we had been forced into taking as fully11 as she did. My love was an influence upon her, and whatever I said I felt might weigh with her childish heart. But I repeated what I had again and again written to her—that there had been no other alternative than this elopement.
"You wished me to wait," I said, "until you were twenty-one, when you would be your own mistress. But to wait for more than three years! What was to happen in that time? They might have converted you—"
"No," she cried.
"And have wrought12 a complete change in your nature," I went on. "How many girls are there who could resist the sort of pressure they were subjecting you to one way and another?"
"They could not have changed my heart, Herbert."
"How can we tell? Under their influence in another year you might have come to congratulate yourself upon your escape from me."
"Do you think so? Then you should have granted me another year, because marriage," she added, with a look in her eyes that was like a wistful smile, "is a very serious thing, and if you believe that I should be rejoicing in a year hence over my escape from you, as you call it, then you must believe that I have no business to be here."
"Tell me," said I, fondling her hand, "how you managed last night?"
"I do not like to think of it," she answered. "I was obliged to undress, for it is mam'selle's rule to look into all the bedrooms the last thing after locking the house up. It was then ten o'clock. I waited until I heard the convent clock strike twelve, by which time I supposed everybody would be sound asleep. Then I lighted a candle and dressed myself, but I had to use my hands as softly as a spider spins its web, and my heart seemed to beat so loud that I was afraid the girls in the next room would hear it. I put a box of matches in my pocket, and crept along the corridors to the big salle-à-manger. The door of my bedroom creaked when I opened it, and I felt as if I must sink to the ground with fright. The salle-à-manger is a great, gloomy room even in day-time; it was dreadfully dark, horribly black, Herbert, and the sight of the stars shining through the window over the balcony made me feel so lonely that I could have cried. There was a mouse scratching in the room somewhere, and I got upon a chair, scarcely caring whether I made a noise or not, so frightened was I, for I hate mice. Indeed, if that mouse had not kept quiet after a while, I believe I should not be here now. I could not endure being alone in a great, dark room at that fearful hour of the night with a mouse running about near me. Oh, Herbert, how glad I was when I saw your lantern flash."
"My brave little heart!" cried I, snatching up her hand and kissing it. "But the worst part is over. There are no ladders, no great black rooms now before us, no mice even."
She slightly coloured without smiling, and I noticed an anxious expression in the young eyes she held steadfastly14 bent15 upon the table.
"What thought is troubling you, Grace?"
"Herbert, I fear you will not love me the better for consenting to run away with you."
"Is that your only fear?"
She shook her head, and said, whilst she continued to keep her eyes downcast: "Suppose Aunt Amelia refuses to sanction our marriage?"
"She will not—she dare not!" I cried vehemently16; "imprudent as we may seem, we are politic17 in this, Grace—that our adventure must force your aunt into sending us her sanction." She looked at me, but her face remained grave. "Caudel," said I, "who is as much your guardian18 as I am, put the same question to me. But there is no earthly good in supposing. It is monstrous19 to suppose that your aunt will object. She hates me, I know, but her aversion—the aversion of that old woman of the world with her family pride and notions of propriety20—is not going to suffer her to forbid our marriage after this. Yet, grant that her ladyship—my blessings21 upon her false front!—should go on saying no; are we not prepared?"
"But if it has to come to my living with your sister, Herbert—"
"It will come to nothing of the sort," I whipped out.
"Would it not have been better for me," she continued, "to have remained under Aunt Amelia's care until I came of age?"
"Aunt Amelia," said I, "in that sense means your Boulogne school-mistress, and in much less than three years you would have been pestered22 into changing your faith."
"You think I have no strength of mind. You may be right," she added, looking at me and then around her and sighing.
"But remember, my darling, what you have written to me. What was the name now of mam'selle's confessor?"
"Père Jerome."
"Well, on your own showing, wasn't this Father Jerome ceaseless in his importunities?"
"Yes. Mam'selle was repeatedly leaving me alone with him under one excuse or another. He sent me books—I was taken to mass—only yesterday morning mam'selle lost her temper with me, and quite made me understand that her orders from Aunt Amelia were to convert me, coûte que coûte—"
"Then," cried I, interrupting her once more, hot with the irritation23 that had again and again visited me when I read her letters where she complained of the behaviour of mam'selle and this Father Jerome; "is there any mortal of our faith, I care not what may be his or her theories of human propriety, who could pronounce against us for acting24 as we have? My contention25 is, your aunt is not a proper guardian for you. If it were your father or your mother—both Protestants, whose spirits, looking down upon you, we are bound to believe, would wish you to live and die Protestant to the heart as they were! But Lady Amelia Roscoe!—the most wretched mixture that can be imagined, of bigotry26 and worldliness, her head stuffed full of priests and dress, of beads27 and balls—"
I broke off to kiss away a tear, and a little later she was smiling with her hand in mine, as I led her up on deck.
The mistiness28 had gone out of the sunlight, the pearly, vaporous curls—faint of hue29 as the new moon beheld30 in the day—which had given a look of marble to the sky, had melted out or been settled by the breeze over to the English coast, and now the heavens were a pale blue, piebald with bodies of white vapour streaming up out of the south and touching31 the green and creaming stretch of waters with shadows of violet. There was more warmth in the sun than I should have looked for at that time of the year, and I speedily made Grace comfortable in a chair, a little distance from the tiller—in other words, out of earshot of the helmsman; I snugged32 her in rugs, and Caudel further sheltered her by what he called a hurricane house—a square of canvas "seized" above the line of the bulwark33 rail.
She gazed about her out of the wraps which rose to her ears with eyes full of childlike interest and wonder, not unmixed with fear, I saw her eagerly watching the action of the yacht as the little fabric34 leaned to a sea with a long, sideways, floating plunge35 that brought the yeast36 of the broken waters bubbling and hissing37 to the very line of her lee forecastle bulwark; then she would clasp my hand as though startled when the dandy craft brought the weight of her white canvas to windward on the heave of the underrunning sea with a sound as of drums and bugles38 heard afar echoing down out of the glistening39 concavities and ringing out of the taut40 rigging upon which the blue and brilliant morning breeze was splitting.
She had not been sitting long before I saw that she was beginning to like it. There was no nausea41 now; her eyes were bright, there was colour in her cheeks; and her red lips lay parted as though in pure enjoyment42 of the glad rush of the salt breeze athwart her teeth of pearl.
We had a deal to say to each other as you may suppose, and so much of the nonsense that lovers will utter went to our talk that I should be sorry to record what was said. Caudel, conning43 the little ship, hung about removed from us, but I would often catch his sea-blue eye furtively44 directed at Grace as though he could not look at her often enough. The boy Bobby came and went betwixt the forecastle hatch and the companion; the fellow at the helm swung upon the tiller with an occasional peep at the broad wake racing45, fanshaped, from under the counter into the troubled toss and windy distance, as though he wished to make sure that he was steering46 straight; the other two of my crew were at work forward on jobs to which, not being a sailor, I should be unable to give a name.
Thus passed the morning. There was no tedium47. If ever there came a halt in our chat there were twenty things over the side to look at, to fill the pause with colour and beauty. It might be a tall, slate-coloured, steam tank, hideous48 with gaunt leaning funnel49 and famished50 pole-masts, and black fans of propeller51 beating at the stern-post like the vanes of a drowning windmill amid a hill of froth, yet poetised in spite of herself into a pretty detail of the surrounding life through the mere52 impulse and spirit of the bright seas through which she was starkly53 driving. Or it was a full-rigged ship, homeward bound, with yearning54 canvas and ocean-worn sides, figures on her poop crossing from rail to rail to look at what was passing, and seamen55 on her forecastle busy with the ship's ground tackle.
It was shortly after twelve that the delicate shadow of the high land of Beachy Head showed over the yacht's bow. By one o'clock it had grown defined and firm, with the glimmering56 streak57 of its white ramparts of chalk stealing out of the blue haze58.
"There's Old England, Grace!" said I. "How one's heart goes out to the sight of the merest shadow of one's own soil! The Spitfire has seen the land; has she not quickened her pace?"
"I ought to wish it was the Cornwall coast," she answered; "but I am enjoying this now," she added smiling.
"How close do you intend to run in?" I called to Caudel.
He rolled up to us and answered:
"No call, I think, sir, to haul in much closer. The land trends in down Brighton and Worthing way, and there'll be nothen to see till we're off St. Catherine's Point."
"Well, you know our destination, Caudel. Carry the yacht to it in your own fashion. But mind you get there," said I, looking at Grace.
I was made happy by finding my sweetheart with some appetite for dinner at one o'clock. She no longer sighed; no regrets escaped her; her early alarm had disappeared; the novelty of the situation was wearing off; she was now realising again what I knew she had realised before—to judge by her letters—though the excitement and terrors of the elopement had broken in upon and temporarily disordered her perception; she was now fully realising, I mean, that there was nothing for it but this step to free her from a species of immurement59 charged with menace to her faith and to her love; and this being her mood, her affection for me found room to show itself; so that now I never could meet her eyes without seeing how wholly I had her dear heart, and how happy she was in this recurrence60 of brightening out of her love from the gloom and consternation61 that attended the start of our headlong wild adventure.
I flattered myself that we were to be fortunate in our weather; certainly all that afternoon was as fair and beautiful in its marine atmosphere of autumn as living creature could desire. The blues62 and greens of the prospect63 of heaven and sea were enriched by the looming64, towering terraces of Beachy Head, hanging large and looking near upon our starboard quarter, though I believe Caudel had not sailed very deep within the sphere in which the high-perched lantern is visible before shifting his helm for a straight down Channel course. A lugger with red canvas, the hue of which was deepened yet by the delicate crimsoning65 of the sun that was now sloping into the Atlantic, gliding66 betwixt us and the heap of land in the north, brought out the white chalk of the heights into a snow-white brilliance67 that almost startled the eye at first sight of it.
"I wish I had my paint-box here," she answered, her eyes glistening as she looked.
"Grace," said I, "I have an idea. We will spend our honeymoon69 in the Spitfire. We will lay in a stock of paint-boxes, easels and lead pencils, sail round the coast, heave our little ship to off every point of beauty, and take our fill of English shore scenery."
"Do you mean to wait till next summer?" she asked, glancing at me shyly through her lashes70, though with a hint of coquetry too in the spirit of her look.
I laughed out, seeing her meaning, for to be sure a coastal71 cruise in a twenty-six ton dandy would hardly fit the winter months of Great Britain, and by the time we should be prepared to enter upon our honeymoon, this autumn that was now dying would, I fear, be entirely72 dead.
"Then, it shall be Paris, Brussels, and Rome according to your own programme," said I.
She coloured, and said something about there being plenty of time to talk about such a matter as that, and went to the rail and leaned over it, watching the distant noble mass of land in a reverie upon which I would not intrude73, so sweet did she look with her profile showing with ivory-like delicacy74 against the green and blue of the east where the tints75 were hardening to the gathering76 of the evening shadow there, whilst her rich hair blown by the breeze seemed to tremble into fire to the now almost level pouring of the red splendour in the west.
When the sun had fairly set I took her below, for the wind seemed to come on a sudden with the damp of night in it, and a bite as shrewd in its abruptness77 as frost. I had made no other provision in the shape of amusement for our sea trip of three, four, or five days as it might happen, than a small parcel of novels, scarcely doubting that all the diversion we should need must lie in each other's company. And to be sure we managed to kill the time very agreeably without the help of fiction, though we both owned, when the little cabin clock pointed78 to half-past nine, and she looking up at it, and yawning behind her white fingers, exclaimed, that she felt tired and would go to bed; I say, we both owned that the day had seemed a desperately79 long one—to be sure, with us it had begun very early—and I could not help adding that on the whole a honeymoon spent aboard a yacht the size of the Spitfire would soon grow a very slow business in spite of crayons and paint-boxes.
As we lingered hand in hand, she exclaimed, "What will mam'selle have been saying all to-day?"
"The excitement," said I, "has been tremendous. Mam'selle fainted to begin with. Father Jerome was sent for, and I can see him with my mind's eye taking the ground as he makes for the château with the strides of a pantomime policeman chasing the clown. What titterings, what exclamations80, what Mon Dieux! and quelle horreurs! among the girls! How many of them would like to be you? When they find that rope-ladder dangling—the burglarious bull's-eye lamp at the foot of it—"
"How could we have done it?" she interrupted, looking at me with a pale face and a working lip.
When she had withdrawn81 I put on a pea-coat, and filling a pipe, stepped on deck. The dusk was clear, but of a darker shade than that of the preceding night; there was not more wind than had been blowing throughout the day; but the sky was full of large swollen-clouds rolling in shadows of giant wings athwart the stars, and the gloom of them was in the atmosphere. Here and there showed a ship's light, some faint gleam of red or green windily coming and going out upon the weltering obscurity, but away to starboard the horizon ran black, without a single break of shore light that I could see. The yacht was swarming82 through it under all canvas, humming as she went. Her pace, if it lasted, would, I knew, speedily terminate this sea-going passage of our elopement, and I looked over the stern very well pleased to witness the white sweep of the wake melting at a little distance into a mere elusive83 faintness.
Caudel stood near the helm,
"This will do, I think," said I.
"Ay, sir," he answered; "she's finding her heels now. See that there brig out yonder?" and his arm pointed out against the stars over the horizon to a dim green light on the right of our wake astern. "She was ahead of us half an hour ago, and I allow she was walking too—warn't she, Job?"
"You go and smoother yourself!" cried Caudel; "why, damme a heagle can't fly if you're to be believed."
"When are we to be off St. Catherine's Point at this pace, Caudel?" said I.
"At this pace, sir—why, betwixt seven and eight o'clock to-morrow morning."
"What a deuce of a length this English Channel runs to!" cried I impatiently. "Why, it will be little better than beginning our voyage even when the Isle86 of Wight is abreast87."
"Yes, sir, there's a deal o' water going to the making of this here Channel—a blooming sight too much of it when it comes on a winter's night a-blowing and a-snowing, the hatmosphere thick as muck," answered Caudel.
"There'll be a bright look-out kept to-night, I hope," said I. "Not the value of all the cargoes88 afloat at this present instant, Caudel, the wide world over, equals the worth of my treasure aboard the Spitfire."
"Trust me to see that a bright look-out's kept, Mr. Barclay. There'll be no tarning in with me this night. Don't let no fear of anything going wrong disturb your mind, sir."
I lingered to finish my pipe. The fresh wind flashed into the face damp with the night and the spray-cold breath of the sea, and the planks90 of the deck showed dark with the moisture to the dim starlight. There was some weight in the heads of seas as they came rolling to our beam, and the little vessel91 was now soaring and falling briskly upon the heave of the folds whose volume, of course, gained as the Channel broadened.
"Well," said I, with a bit of a shiver, and hugging myself in my pea-coat, "I'm cold and tired, and going to bed, so good-night, and God keep you wide awake," and down I went, and ten minutes later was snugged away in my coffin92 of a bunk93 sound asleep, and snoring at the top of my pipes, I don't doubt.
Next morning when I went on deck after nine hours of solid slumber94, I at once directed my eyes over the rail in search of the Isle of Wight, but there was nothing to be seen but a grey drizzle95, a weeping wall of slate-coloured haze that formed a sky of its own and drooped96 to within a mile or so of the yacht. The sea was an ugly sallowish green, and you saw the billows come tumbling in froth from under the vaporous margin97 of the horizon as though each surge was formed there, and there was nothing but blackness and space beyond. The yacht's canvas was discoloured with saturation98; drops of water were blowing from her rigging; there was a sobbing99 of a gutter-like sort in her lee scuppers, and the figures of the men glistening in oilskins completed the melancholy100 appearance of the little Spitfire. Caudel was below, but the man named Dick Files was at the helm, an intelligent young fellow without any portion of Job Crew's surliness, and he answered the questions I put.
We had made capital way throughout the night he told me, and if the weather were clear, St. Catherine's Point would show abreast of us.
"There's no doubt about Caudel knowing where he is?" said I, with a glance at the blind grey atmosphere that sometimes swept in little puffs101 of cloudy damp through the rigging, like fragments of vapour torn out of some compacted body.
"Oh, no, sir, Mr. Caudel knows where he is," answered the man. "We picked up and passed a small cutter out of Portsmouth about three-quarters of an hour ago, sir, and he told us where we were."
"Has this sail been kept on the yacht all night?" said I, looking up at the wide spread of mainsail and gaff topsail.
"All night, sir. The run's averaged eight knots. Night hand equal to steam, sir."
"Well, you will all need to keep a bright look-out in this sort of thickness. How far off can you see?"
"Room enough," said I. "But mind your big mail boats out of Southampton! There are German skippers amongst them who would drive through the devil himself sooner than lose five minutes."
The promise of a long, wet, blank day was not very cheering. In fact, this change in the weather was as damping to my spirits as it literally103 was to everything else, and as I entered the companion way for shelter, I felt as though half of a mind to order the yacht to be headed for some adjacent port. But a little thinking brought back my resolution to its old bearings. It is a hard thing to avow104, but I knew that my very strongest chance of gaining Lady Amelia's consent lay in this sea trip. Then again, there might come a break at any moment, with a fine day of warm sunshine and clear sky to follow. I re-entered the cabin, and on looking at the barometer105 observed a slight depression in the mercury, but it was without significance to my mind.
Somewhere about this time Grace came out of her berth106. She brought an atmosphere of flower-like fragrance with her, but the motions of the yacht obliged her to sit quickly, and she gazed at me with laughter in her eyes from the locker107, graceful108 in her posture109 as a reposing110 dancer. Her face lengthened111, however, when I told her about the weather, that in short there was nothing visible from the deck but a muddy, jumbled112 atmosphere of vapour and drizzle.
"I counted upon seeing the Isle of Wight," cried she; "there has been no land so far except those far-off high cliffs yesterday afternoon."
"No matter, my sweet. Let us take as long as possible in breakfasting. Then you shall read Tennyson to me—yes, I have a volume of that poet, and we shall find some of the verses in wonderful harmony with our mood." She gave me a smiling glance, though her lip pouted113 as though she would say, "Don't make too sure of my mood, my fine young fellow." "By the time we have done with Tennyson," I continued, "the weather may have cleared. If not, then we must take as long as possible in dining."
"Isn't it dangerous to be at sea in such weather as this?" she asked.
"No," said I.
"But the sailors can't see."
I feared the drift of her language and exclaimed, "It would be dangerous to attempt to make the land, for we might blunder upon a rock and go to pieces, Grace; and then farewell, a long farewell to the passions, emotions, the impulses, the sensations which have brought us together here," and I kissed her hand.
"But it would be pleasant to lie in a pretty harbour—to rest as it were," she exclaimed.
"Our business is to get married, my darling," I rejoined; "and we must hasten as swiftly as the wind will allow us to the parish where the ceremony is to be performed, for my cousin can't publish the banns until we are on the spot, and whilst he is publishing the banns we must be treating with her ladyship, and, as the diplomatists would say, negotiating a successful issue."
She sighed, and looked grave, and hung her head. In truth, she took a gloomy view of the future, was secretly convinced her aunt would not consent, was satisfied that she would have to reside with my sister until she had come of age, and my lightest touching upon the subject dispirited her. And, indeed, though I had talked big to Caudel, and to my darling also, of my sister taking charge of her, I was not at all sure—I ought undoubtedly114 to have asked the question of a lawyer—that Lady Amelia Roscoe could not, as her guardian, claim her, and convey her to school afresh, and do, in short, what she pleased with the child until she was twenty-one years old. But all the same I felt cocksure in my heart that it would never come to this. Our yachting trip I regarded as a provision against all difficulties.
My mind was busy with these thoughts as I sat by her side looking at her; but she loved me not less than I loved her, and so I never found it hard to coax115 a smile into her sweet face and to brighten her eyes.
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