Uncle William set the table, with one eye on the harbor. As he pottered about with the bread and cheese and salmon1, a smile widened his round face.
The artist looked up from the brushes he was cleaning at the door. “You look as happy as if you’d had a fortune left you,” he said.
“So-so,” admitted the young man. “You’re shiftless, that’s what’s the matter with you.”
Uncle William gave his long, low chuckle3. “I guess I be,” he said softly. “I guess I be. But I do take a sight o’ comfort.”
The young man finished the brushes and brought them in, standing4 them up in a quart cup. “Dinner ready?” he asked.
“I reckon it is.” Uncle William scowled5 at the lavish6 table. “‘Pears to me there’s suthin’ I’ve forgot. Oh, pickles7!” He said it triumphantly8. “If you wouldn’t mind takin’ that plate, Mr. Woodworth, and goin’ down cellar?”
“All right.” The young man took the plate and disappeared down the ladder that served as a stairway to the tiny hole beneath.
Uncle William looked cautiously at the trap-door. Then he tiptoed to the window. He drew the glass from his pocket and pointed9 it at the harbor. The boat had come to anchor just off the island. Uncle William fixed10 her with his glass. “Uh-huh, jest as I thought,” he said softly.
A step sounded on the ladder and he shut the glass, thrusting it into his pocket and turning a bland11, innocent face upon the room. “Does beat all how good pickles be with fish. Set ’em right there, Mr. Woodworth. Now we’re ready.”
Uncle William’s chair faced the window, and as he ate his eye dropped, now and then, to the bay below. Once it lighted with a swift gleam and he craned his neck a little.
“What is it?” asked the artist, half turning.
“Nuthin’,” said Uncle William, hastily, “nuthin’. ’T ain’t wuth turnin’ your head for. I’m al’ays seein’ things. Get up in the night, like enough, and wander round the island, jest to see ’em. Go all over the island some nights. You see a good deal that way—fust and last: little critturs runnin’ round, softlike, and the moon and stars—” Uncle William was talking against time. His eye had lost interest in the bay. It seemed to be fixed on the moon and stars. One ear was turned expectantly toward the door.
The artist watched him with an amused smile. He never interrupted one of Uncle William’s monologues13.
“I’ve spent a good deal o’ my life,” went on Uncle William, “lookin’ round at things.”
The artist started.
Uncle William turned a little. “Andy, like enough,” he said. He rose and went leisurely16 toward the door.
The figure of a tall man stood in it, surveying the room.
Uncle William’s smile broke into radiance. It crinkled his eyes and nose and mouth. “I said ’t was you.” He held out a big hand, and drew the man into the room, peering behind him. A little look of disappointment came over his face. “You all alone?” he demanded.
“I am at present,” said the man, smiling. “I left a friend on the beach below. I wasn’t sure how I should find you.” His courteous17 glance took in the young man.
Uncle William turned quickly. “It’s Mr. Curie,” he said, “the one that bought your picters. And he’s left somebody—a friend—down below. Mebbe you wouldn’t mind stepping down and fetchin’ ’em up.”
“Of course.” The young man rose, holding out a hand. “I’m glad to meet you, sir. I shall be back in a minute. I’ll bring him right up.” His step rang quick on the rock outside.
The two old men looked at each other.
Uncle William’s face wore its roundest smile. “I wouldn’t be s’prised if he stayed quite a spell.” He brought a chair and planted it in front of the stranger. “Set down.”
The man sat down, looking around the room. “It is good to be here,” he said.
Uncle William, with a hand on either knee, surveyed him over his spectacles. “I saw ’t was you ’fore you landed.”
The man’s face fell a little. “We wanted to surprise you—”
“You’ve s’prised him all right. He hain’t no idea what he’s runnin’ to.” He looked toward the door. “I reckon he’ll stay an hour.”
The man crossed one thin leg over another. “That gives me more time,” he said contentedly18.
Uncle William gazed politely. “Was you wantin’ time?” he asked.
The man smiled. “I wanted to see you.”
“You wanted to see me?” Uncle William’s face held pleasure, but not very much curiosity.
The man nodded. “I came on purpose.”
“You did? I thought you come to bring her?” His thumb indicated the beach.
“I wanted to see you, and she wanted to come, so here we are.”
“Here you be,” assented19 Uncle William. “And I’m glad to see ye. He was gettin’ middlin’ hard to hold.”
The other man studied his face. “How much will you take for your place?” he asked.
Uncle William looked up. He shook his head slowly. “I won’t take nuthin’.”
The man smiled. “I’ll give you five thousand for it.”
“You will?” Uncle William’s glance was mild. A smile crept into it. “I wish ’t Andy could hear you say that,” he said; “but I can’t sell.”
“Why not?”
“Where’d I live?”
The stranger appeared to ponder a minute. “You could keep enough to live on,” he said at last. “I’d rather have you, in fact.”
“I’ll give you enough to live on,” said Uncle William. “I like your looks. I’d like to have you round.”
“That won’t do for me,” said the man.
“‘T won’t do for me, either,” said Uncle William.
They confronted each other. The stranger’s eyes dropped first. “I’ll give you ten thousand,” he said quietly.
“You will?” Uncle William moistened his lips with his tongue. “I’ll hev to go tell Andy that,” he said.
“You’ll take it?”
“Lord, no, I couldn’t take it! Nor twenty thousand; so don’t you go offerin’ it to me. I should like to tell Andy you was offerin’ it, though.”
The man laughed out. “I was thinking of it,” he said.
Uncle William leaned forward, looking at him. “What are you so set on buyin’ my place for? It’s a God-forsaken spot—most folks would call it. Andy does.”
“I like it,” said the man.
“So do I,” said Uncle William.
The Frenchman waited a minute. Then he turned a little, looking into Uncle William’s face. “Did you ever see be before?” he asked slowly.
Uncle William returned the look in full measure. “You ain’t forgot I saw you in New York—‘long in the spring?”
Uncle William studied the thin face and looked over the thin legs. “No, I hain’t ever seen ye,” he said. “And yet the’ ’s suthin’ about ye,”—the man uncrossed his legs,—“suthin’ that keeps kind o’ pullin’ on me.” Uncle William rubbed the back of his head thoughtfully. “You ever seen me?” he demanded.
The man’s eyes laughed. “Hundreds of times.”
“You hev?” Uncle William sat up. “Where?”
“Right here.”
“In this house?”
“Well, around here,” said the man, “on these rocks and near by. I lived here once. I dote on these rocks—every one.” He waved a hand at the landscape.
Uncle William fixed him with stern eye. “You hain’t ever lived here,” he said slowly. “You don’t mean to lie.” His gaze grew kindlier. “You’re jest romancin’.” He brought it out with unction.
The Frenchman stared. Then he laughed out. “Well done! I can’t fight you for that.” He leaned forward. “Who lived this side of Gunnion’s when you were a boy?” he asked.
Uncle William paused. He looked again at the face with its lifted eyebrows21 and pointed beard. He shook his head. A light grew in his face slowly—he started forward. “Not Bodet?” he said eagerly. “Not little Benjy Bodet?” He stared again.
The man laughed musically. “Right.” He stood up, holding out his hand. “I thought you would know me.”
Uncle William took it slowly. He studied the thin, keen face. “Benjy Bodet,” he said. “I’d know you—much as you’ve changed—I’d know you! Set right down and tell me all about it.”
“All?” said the man. He laughed again, looking contentedly about the room. “It will take some time.”
“You’ll have to stay quite a while,” said Uncle William.
The man nodded. “I mean to. I’ve wanted to come back ever since the day we sailed for France.”
“You was twelve year old that summer,” said Uncle William. “Your folks come into property, didn’t they, over there?”
“Yes—on my mother’s side. We took her name. I was sick for months after we got there—homesick, cooped up in rooms.”
“You poor little chap!” Uncle William surveyed him. Affection was in his eyes, and memory. “You was al’ays a kind o’ peaked little thing,” he said reflectively. “You hain’t changed much—when you come to look. Take off your whiskers and slick up your hair and fetch down your eyebrows a little—jest about the same.”
The man laughed out. He swung his eyeglasses boyishly from their chain. “Well, you’re not.”
“Me?” Uncle William looked down at his bulk. “More of me—bigger a little, sort o’, mebbe.”
The man nodded. “But just the same underneath22.”
“Jest the same,” said Uncle William.
The man drew a deep breath. “I’ve traveled all over the world. There’s no place like this anywhere.”
“I shall spend my days here.”
“Right here,” assented Uncle William.
The man looked at him keenly. “Will you sell?”
Uncle William shook his head. “I’ll divide.”
The man held out his hand. “It’s a bargain.”
Uncle William took it and held it fast. His eyes twinkled. “I must go and tell Andy,” he said. “He’ll be reel pleased.”
“Andy?” The man’s face lighted. “You don’t mean Andy Halloran? Is he here yet?”
“Right on deck; jest slid down the rock here this minute,” said Uncle William.
The man’s eyes twinkled. “Remember the day he took my lobster-pot?”
“Borrowed it,” said Uncle William, dryly.
Uncle William nodded. “He al’ays does. Andy’s borrowin’ lobster-pots now—same Andy—gets his pay every time. He’s great on gettin’ his pay, Andy is.”
“He ought to have made a mean man,” said the other, thoughtfully.
“Well, he hain’t, not so to speak,” said Uncle William, slowly. “There’s mean spots—rocks; you hev to steer25 some, but it’s sandy bottom if you know how to make it. I’ve anchored on him a good many year now and I never knew him to slip anchor. It may drift a little now and then. Any bottom will drift.”
The man laughed out. “So it will.” He took up his hat. “I must go and look up a place to stay,” he said.
Uncle William looked at him sternly. “Not a step. You don’t stir a step, Benjy Bodet.” He pointed to the red lounge.
The Frenchman paused, irresolute26. “I’m going to stay some time, you know.” He glanced about the little room. “I shall be in the way.”
“You set right down,” said Uncle William.
The man looked at him with raised brows. “You want me?”
“Want you? Why shouldn’t I want you!” roared Uncle William. “I’ve been waitin’ for you sixty year and odd. Set down!”
The Frenchman sat down on the red lounge and crossed his legs.
He peered at it uncertainly. He swung the glasses to place upon his nose, surveying it.
“Now, don’t that show?” demanded Uncle William. “She don’t take to strangers—never. Look at her.” She was kneading her paws in the thin knees, delicately, with treading softness.
The Frenchman’s eyes lighted. “She’s your cat?”
“She is,” said Uncle William, “and she knows a lot. If she says you’re goin’ to stay, you’re goin’ to. You won’t leave here, not till you’ve built over there on the old cellar place.” He waved his hand toward the horizon. “I’ll help ye build,” he exclaimed. “They ain’t nuthin’ I like better’n potterin’ around and tellin’ folks what to do. I can’t fish till the Jennie’s done and I’ll turn to and help. The’ ’s a girl I can get to do the work. She’s a good cook, and she’ll come down and do for us—be glad to.” He rubbed his hands, beaming upon his guest.
The Frenchman stroked the gray fur with slow touch. “I might take the young man’s place,” he said thoughtfully.
Uncle William paused. “Lord! I’d clean forgot—I feel about twelve year old,” he added apologetically. “But don’t you worry. This house’ll stretch. We three’ll get along all right in it.”
“And Sergia?” said the man, with a smile.
Uncle William rubbed his head. “Um—I’d forgot her, too.”
The man laughed out. “You don’t need to worry. I’m going to lend them my yacht for a trip.”
“Both on ’em?” asked Uncle William. His puzzled face gazed at the man.
“Yes.”
Uncle William stared. Then the light dawned. “Right off?” he demanded.
“Right off,” said the man. “And when they come back, the house will be ready for them.”
Uncle William glowed. “They goin’ to live with you?”
“I hope so.”
“Well, well!” He rubbed his great knees thoughtfully with either hand. “I wouldn’t ever ’a’ thought o’ that. And the Lord himself couldn’t ’a’ planned anything better ’n that.”
“Thank you,” said the man, smiling.
“Jest the right thing,” went on Uncle William. “And byme-by there’ll be little toddlers—gettin’ over the rocks between here and there.”
“Yes.”
“Just the same,” said the man.
The man on the lounge watched him through the high-perched glasses. Presently he took off the glasses and rubbed them on his handkerchief. Then he blew his nose.
Uncle William looked up. The smile on his face was beautiful and tender and full of light. “Where be they?” he said.
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