"How is your appetite, my darling?" said I.
"I think I can eat a little of that cold chicken."
"This is very handsome treatment, Grace. Upon my word, if the captain preserves this sort of behaviour, I do not believe we shall be in a great hurry to quit his ship."
"Is not she a noble vessel4?" exclaimed Grace, rolling her eyes over the saloon. "After the poor little Spitfire's cabin! And how different is this motion! It soothes5 me after the horrid6 tumbling of the last two days."
"This is a very extraordinary adventure," said I, eating and drinking with a relish7 and an appetite not a little heightened by observing that Grace was making a very good meal. "It may not end so soon as we hope, either. First of all, we have to fall in with a homeward-bound ship; then she has to receive us; then she has to arrive in the Channel and transfer us to a tug8 or a smack9, or anything else which may be willing to put us ashore10; and there is always the chance of her not falling in with such a craft as we want, until she is as high as the Forelands—past Boulogne, in short! But no matter, my own. We are together, and that is everything."
She took a sip11 of the champagne that the steward12 had filled her glass with, and said in a musing13 voice, "What will the people in this ship think of me?"
"What they may think need not trouble us," said I. "I told Captain Parsons that we were engaged to be married. Is there anything very extraordinary in a young fellow taking the girl he is engaged to out for a sail in his yacht, and being blown away, and nearly wrecked14 by a heavy gale15 of wind?"
"Well, I forgot, it is true, that I told the captain we sailed from Boulogne. But how is he to know your people don't live there?"
"It will soon be whispered about that I have eloped with you, Herbert," she exclaimed.
"But it is divulged," she answered.
I stared at her. She eyed me wistfully as she continued: "I told Mrs. Barstow the story. I am not ashamed of my conduct, and I ought not to feel ashamed of the truth being known."
There was logic18 and heroism19 in this closing sentence, though it did not strictly20 correspond with the expression she had just now let fall as to what the people would think. I surveyed her silently, and after a little exclaimed:
"You are in the right. Let the truth be known. I shall give the skipper the whole yarn21 that there may be no misunderstanding, for after all we may have to stick to this ship for some days, and it would be very unpleasant to find ourselves misjudged."
I gazed, as I spoke23, through the windows of the saloon or cuddy front, which overlooked the main-deck, where a number of steerage passengers were standing22 in groups. The ship was before the wind; the great main-course was hauled up to its yard, and I could see to as far as the forecastle, with a fragment of bowsprit showing under the white arch of the foresail; some sailors in coloured apparel were hauling upon a rope hard by the foremast; a gleam of misty24 sunshine was pouring full upon this window-framed picture, and crowded it with rich oceanic tints25 softened26 by the ruled and swaying shadows of the rigging. An extraordinary thought flashed into my head.
"By Jove! Grace, I wonder if there's a parson on board?"
"Why do you wonder?"
"If there is a parson on board he might be able to marry us."
She coloured, smiled, and looked grave all in a breath.
"No," I answered, "but a parson's a parson wherever he is—he carries with him the same appetite, the same clothes, the same powers, no matter whither his steps conduct him."
She shook her head smiling, but her blush had faded, nor could her smile disguise a look of alarm in her eyes.
"My darling," said I, "surely if there should be a clergyman on board, you will not object to his marrying us? It would end all our troubles, anxieties, misgivings—thrust Lady Amelia out of the question altogether, save us from a tedious spell of waiting ashore."
"No, I can't see it," said I, talking so noisily out of the enthusiasm the notion had raised in me that she looked round to say "Hush29!" and then turned her head again. "There must be a difference," said I, sobering my voice, "between the marriage ceremony as performed on sea and on shore. The burial service is different, and you will find the other is so too. There is too much horizon at sea, too much distance to talk of consent. Guardians30 and patents are too far off. As to banns—who's going to say 'no' on board a vessel?"
"I cannot imagine that it would be a proper wedding," said she, shaking her head.
"Yes," she whispered.
"But you don't see that a parson's a parson everywhere. Whom God hath joined—"
The steward entered the saloon at that moment. I called to him and said politely, "Have you many passengers, steward?"
"Ay, sir, too many," he answered. "The steerage is pretty nigh chock-ablock."
"Saloon passengers, I mean?"
"Every berth's hoccupied, sir."
"That, depends how they're viewed," he answered, with a cautious look round and a slow smile; "if by themselves, they're all swells; if by others—why!"
"I thought perhaps that you might have had something in the Colonial bishopric way."
"No, sir, there's nothen in that way aboard. Plenty as needs it I dessay. The language of some of them steerage chaps is something to turn the black hairs of a monkey white. Talk of the vulgarity of sailors!"
The glances of this steward were dry and shrewd, and his smile slow and knowing; I chose therefore to ask him no more questions. But then, substantially, he had told me what I wanted to gather, and secretly I felt as much mortified34 and disappointed as though for days past I had been thinking of nothing else than finding a parson on board ship at sea and being married to Grace by him.
A little later on Mrs. Barstow came into the saloon and asked Grace to accompany her on deck. My sweetheart put on her hat and jacket, and the three of us went on to the poop. My first look was for a ship, and I spied off the starboard bow a square of orange-coloured canvas; but the vessel was going our way and was, therefore, of no use to us. The ocean swept in a blank circle to that solitary35 point of sun-coloured sail; but it was fine weather at last; whilst we were seated at lunch the breeze had freshened and the sky cleared; the swell32 left by the gale had sensibly flattened36 within the past hour, and the sea was trembling and filled with the life of crisp green wrinkles running over the light folds which flowed pleasantly out of the north; the mistiness37 was gone from the sunshine; the light was brilliant and warm and coloured the atmosphere with a delicate tinge38 of yellow, though the luminary39 was yet high in the heavens. The clouds hung in rolls of cream-like vapour, making the noblest and most stately prospect40 of the sky that could be imagined as they moved slowly over our mastheads in the direction in which we steered41.
I had never been aboard a full-rigged ship before—that is to say, at sea, and under canvas—and on quitting the companion-way I stood for some moments heedless of all things in my admiration42 of the beautiful, in truth, I may say the royal, picture I witnessed. From deck to truck rose three spires43 of canvas, sail upon sail of a milky44 softness swelling45 one above another. The planks46 of the poop deck were as white as holystoning could make them, with a glitter as of dried salt everywhere, and the shadows of the people and of the rigging, swaying with the heave of the fabric47, lay like sketches48 wrought49 in pale violet ink. There was a frequent flash of glass; there were star-like glories in polished brass50; and there was an odd farmyard smell of hay in the air, with the bleating51 of sheep forward and a noise of cocks and hens.
"A voyage in such a ship as this, Mrs. Barstow," said I, "should make the most delightful52 trip of a person's life."
"It is better than yachting," said Grace softly.
"A voyage soon grows tiresome," remarked Mrs. Barstow. "Miss Bellassys, I trust you will share my cabin whilst you remain with us."
"You are exceedingly kind," said Grace.
Others of the passengers now approached, and I observed a general effort of kindness and politeness. The ladies gathered about Grace, and the gentlemen about me, and the time slipped by, whilst I related my adventures and listened to their experiences of the weather in the Channel, and such matters. It was strange, however, to feel that every hour that passed was widening our distance from home. I never for an instant regretted my determination to quit the yacht. Yet, even at this early time of our being aboard the Carthusian, I was disquieted53 by a sense of mild dismay when I ran my eye over the ship, and marked her sliding and curtseying steadily54 forwards to the impulse of her wide and gleaming pinions55, and reflected that this sort of thing might go on for days, and perhaps for weeks; that we might arrive at the Equator, perhaps, at the latitude56 of the Cape57 of Good Hope without meeting with a vessel to serve our turn. All the wardrobe that Grace and I possessed58, we stood in. Small conveniences we should be easily able to borrow, but what on earth were we to do without a change of dress or linen59? A voyage half-way round the world was indeed a new and quite unconsidered detail of our elopement. From Boulogne to Mount's Bay was, I had often thought, whilst making my plans, too far by several leagues of water. But what, if in defiance60 of the keenest look-out for ships, we should be carried to New Zealand? Could we get married there? Did the Colonials impose the restrictions61 of the old home upon the nuptials62 of a couple? Should we have to wait for Aunt Amelia's sanction? How long would it take for her ladyship to receive a letter from, say Otaga, and for us to get her reply?
Well, in talking, and in thinking, and in walking, and in looking, that first afternoon passed, and at half-past five o'clock we went to dinner. I had had a short chat with Captain Parsons, and from him had learnt that there was no parson on board, though I flattered myself that I had put the question in such a way as not to excite in his brine-seasoned mind the faintest suspicion of the meaning of my curiosity. I had also given him to understand that I was a young gentleman of substance, and begged him to believe that any cost Grace and I might put the ship to should be repaid with interest to her owners.
This enabled me to take my seat at the table with an easy conscience, for though there can be no doubt as to the humanity and hospitality of the British shipmaster, the British ship-owner, on the other hand, I have always heard spoken of as a person eminent63 for thrift64 and economy, as is made manifest by the slenderness of the crew he ships, the unsavoriness of the provisions he supplies them with, and the very small wages he gives to his captains and mates.
It was impossible for me to find myself seated with Grace at my side at that cheerful, hospitable65, sparkling, sea dinner-table, without acutely realising the difference betwixt this time and yesterday. Some ten or twelve persons sat down, but there was room for another dozen, which I believe about completed the number of saloon passengers the Carthusian carried. Captain Parsons, with a countenance66 varnished67 as from the recent employment of soap, was at the head of the table with Mrs. Barstow on his right, and I observed that they frequently conversed68 whilst they often directed their eyes at Grace and me. The setting sun shone upon the skylight, and gleamed in ruby69 prisms and crystals in the glass about the table. It was a warm and cheerful picture; the forward windows in the saloon framed a part of the ship—a glimpse of curved white canvas, a fragment of the galley70 and the long-coat, the steps leading to the forecastle, coils of gear swinging upon pins; the soft blue afternoon sky of the fine weather that had come at last shone betwixt the squares of the rattlines and floated in a tender liquid atmosphere under the arch of the sails; you could see a number of the steerage passengers pacing the main-deck, smoking and arguing; a gentle shaling noise of waters broken by the passage of the vessel seethed71 in the ear like a light, passing attack of deafness in the intervals72 of silence at the table.
The chief officer, the Scotch73-faced man I have before written of, sat at the foot of the table, slowly and soberly eating.
"It would be strange, sir," said I, addressing him, "if we do not hereabout speedily fall in with something homeward bound."
"I would, sir," he answered, with a broad Scotch accent.
"Yet not so strange, Mr. M'Cosh," said a passenger, sitting opposite to me, "if you come to consider how wide the sea is here."
"Well, perhaps not so strange either," said Mr. M'Cosh, in his sawdusty voice, with his mouth full.
"Should you pass a steamer at night," said I, "would you stop and hail her?"
He reflected, and then said, he "thocht not."
"Then our opportunities for getting home must be limited to daylight?" said I.
This seemed too obvious to him, I suppose, to need a response.
"Are you in a very great hurry, Mr. Barclay, to get home?" exclaimed a passenger, with a slight cast in his eye that gave a turn of humour to his face.
"Why, yes," I answered, with a glance at Grace, who was eating quietly at my side, seldom looking up, though she was as much stared at, even after all these hours, as decent manners would permit. "You will please remember that we are without luggage."
"Eh, but that is to be managed, I think. There are many of us here of both sexes," continued the gentleman with the cast in his eye, sending a squint74 along the row of people on either side of the table. "You should see New Zealand, sir. The country abounds75 with fine and noble prospects76, and I do not think," he added, with a smile, "that you will find occasion to complain of a want of hospitality."
"I am greatly obliged," said I, giving him a bow; "but New Zealand is a little distant for the moment."
The subject of New Zealand was now, however, started, and the conversation on its harbours, revenue, political parties, debts, prospects, and the like, was exceedingly animated77, and lasted pretty nearly through the dinner. Though Grace and I were seated at the foremost end of the table, removed nearly by the whole length of it from the captain, I was sensible that this talk to those near him mainly concerned us. He had, as I have said, Mrs. Barstow on one hand, and on the other sat the lady with the thin lips and sausage curls. I would notice him turn first to one, then to the other, his round sea-coloured face broadened by an arch knowing smile; then Mrs. Barstow would look at us; then the lady with the thin lips would stretch her neck to take a peep down the line in which we sat; others would also look, smirk78 a bit, and address themselves, with amused faces, in a low voice to Captain Parsons.
All this was not so marked as to be offensive, or even embarrassing, but it was a very noticeable thing, and I whispered to Grace that we seemed to form the sole theme of conversation at the captain's end.
"What can they be talking about?" said I. "I hope they are not plotting to carry us to New Zealand."
"You would not permit it!" she exclaimed, giving me an eager, alarmed look.
"No," said I, "it is too far off. Were it Madeira now—it may come to Madeira yet; but the pity of it is, my sweet," said I, low in her ear, "we are not married, otherwise we might call this trip our honeymoon79, and make a really big thing of it by going the whole way to New Zealand."
She coloured and was silent, afraid, I think, of my being overheard, for my spirits were now as good as they were yesterday wretched, and whenever I felt happy I had a trick of talking rather loud.
When dinner was over we went on deck. Mrs. Barstow and the thin-lipped lady carried off Grace for a stroll up and down the planks, and I joined a few of the gentlemen passengers on the quarter-deck to smoke a cigar one of them gave me. There was a fine breeze out of the east, and the ship, with yards nearly square, was sliding and rolling stately along her course at some six or seven miles in the hour. The west was flushed with red, but a few stars were trembling in the airy dimness of the evening blue over the stern, and in the south was the young moon, a pale curl, but gathering80 from the clearness of the atmosphere a promise of radiance enough later on to touch the sea with silver under it and fling a gleam of her own upon our soaring sails.
I had almost finished my cigar—two bells, seven o'clock had not long been struck—when one of the stewards81 came out of the saloon, and approaching me exclaimed:
"Captain Parson's compliments, sir, and he'll be glad to see you in his cabin if you can spare him a few minutes."
"With pleasure," I answered, flinging the end of my cigar overboard, instantly concluding that he wished to see me privately82 to arrange about terms and accommodation whilst Grace and I remained with him.
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