The sky grew more heavily clouded as Bess and Jeffray neared the sea, and the distant downs stood out with peculiar1 distinctness under the ragged2 fringes of the wind-blown clouds. The two in the coach hardly so much as heeded3 the darkening of the day, or the dishevelled clouds that were shutting out the sun. They were still blessed by the preservation4 of the morning, and by the thought that the sea would rock their troubles to an end. The coach rolled fast over the flats, dust blowing in clouds, and the windows rattling5 and banging with the wind. Jeffray had shouted to the coachman not to spare his horseflesh, for there was no knowing how far old Grimshaw’s doggedness might not take him.
He smiled, and looked glad when they neared the outskirts6 of the little town, and could see the masts of the ships and fishing-boats rising in the harbor. Even the banking7 of the clouds, and the gusts8 of wind that beat about the coach, gave him no thought or trouble nor dulled the ardor9 of the day.
“Bess, are you much of a sailor?”
She smiled at him and shook her head.
“How should I remember? It is so long ago. I am not afraid,” and her eyes delighted him.
“We may have a rough passage.”
“I am used to storms—”
“God knows, dear, yes!” and he held her hand.
The coach drew up before an inn close to the quay10, with a few sailors lounging on the benches under the windows, and a weathered sign-board bearing a rude painting of the “King Harry11” creaking on its rusty12 hinges above the door.
Jeffray sprang out of the coach and crossed the footway with his sword under his arm. A few hairy and inquisitive13 faces were pressed against the windows of the tap-room. Jeffray eyed them keenly, alive to the possibilities of old Grimshaw’s malice14. He looked round the tap-room as he entered, scanning the sailors, who smoked their pipes and stared at him in turn. He found the innkeeper coming down the dark passage from the kitchen, a little man, bald, buckled15, and white-aproned, with a red wart17 in the middle of his forehead.
“Good-morning, landlord. I hear a brig is to sail for France to-day.”
The innkeeper bowed, rubbed his double chin, and pointed18 Jeffray to the door of the parlor19. The sound of voices came from the room, bluff20 with the burliness of the sea.
“Captain George, of the Sussex Queen, is within, sir,” he said, pushing open the door, and giving Jeffray a glimpse into the foggy atmosphere of the room. Richard walked in.
“Thanks. Captain George, I believe?”
A big man in a blue coat and white breeches, with dirtier buckles21 on still dirtier shoes, rose cumbrously from a leather-backed chair, and held out a paw to the Squire22 of Rodenham. A second seafaring gentleman occupied the oak settle, and spat24 rhythmically25 on the floor, while the reek26 of tobacco battled with the abominable27 odor of stale beer.
“I’m Captain George, sir, to be sure.”
Jeffray took stock of the red-faced and loose-jointed seaman28, and summed him up as a sloven29 and a drunkard.
“You are sailing to-day for France, captain?”
“Well, sir, that’s as it may be,” and the courtier knocked out his pipe, and spat into the empty grate.
“I desire passage for two, a lady and myself.”
Captain George’s mate had sidled to the window, and was peering like a bird at the hurrying sky.
“It does, mate, to be sure,” and the master of the Sussex Queen appeared to have made one of the discoveries of his life.
Jeffray showed impatience31, and glanced at the sky in turn.
“Maybe the gentleman’s in a partic’lar hurry,” and the worthy32 at the window looked profound as he saw Bess in the coach.
Captain George accepted the hint.
“To be sure; my cargo33 ain’t full, sir. I was just about thinking of letting my boat lie another week in port.”
Jeffray understood the methods of these hard-mouthed men of the sea. They were apt at a bargain, and ready to invent difficulties in order to draw more gold. He fell back upon the desired argument, and consented to be plundered34 in the interests of romance.
“I can pay you well, captain,” he said.
“To be sure,” came the inevitable35 response.
“You can fix your own passage-money, within reason.”
“Well, captain, I reckon that’s a gentleman’s offer,” and the seaman by the window took snuff, and sneezed as though it were a joy to him.
Jeffray pulled out his purse and sat down before the black oak table.
“Then you will sail to-day?” he said.
“Well, maybe I will.”
The glitter of Jeffray’s guineas decided36 the issue, and Captain George wiped his mouth, gathered up the money, and stuffed it into the leather purse he wore buckled to his belt.
Opening the parlor door he bawled37 at the men who were lounging in the tap-room, and ordered them to carry “my lord’s” baggage down to the quay.
Jeffray, who had conceived no very high opinion of the captain of the Sussex Queen, felt that his pistols were safe, and buckled on his sword. It was not as though Captain George had to sail them to the Indies. Sloven and drunkard that he seemed, the fellow could do no great mischief38 in a day’s sail across the Channel. Yet even Jeffray, landsman that he was, could not but mark the sinister39 spoiling of the weather as he stood on the inn steps and caught a glimpse of the gray sea beyond the harbor mouth. It was possible to judge by the faces of the sailors who were hauling the boxes down from the top of the coach that they were none too eager to leave the tap-room of the King Harry.
“Curse the old tub,” quoth one with silver earrings40 and a face like leather, “a fine prize cruise for the cap’n if he can hold the old hulk together between Beachy and Dieppe.”
“Dieppe, mate, Calais Roads, more like. What’s the young cockerel in such a hurry for, eh?”
The man with the earrings jerked his thumb over his shoulder in the direction of the coach.
“Pair of black eyes, mate. Running across the water, most probable, with another gen’leman’s Susan.”
“The young fool!”
“Drat this box, it be made up o’ corners.”
Jeffray, who had caught nothing but the man’s mutterings and their surly looks, went down the steps to help Bess from the coach. Her eyes were sparkling with the excitement of it all, and the color had come back to her cheeks. Captain George gave her a clumsy bow as she passed him on the footway, and winked41 at Gladden behind his master’s back.
Jeffray took Bess into the parlor, where tobacco smoke still hung like a sea-fog, dimming the air. He opened one of the lattices, as the landlord brought in wine and glasses on a tray, a cold chicken, fruit, a great white loaf of bread. He looked suspiciously at the gray sky as he laid the table, the sign-board creaking and groaning42 on its hinges, the wind whistling and sighing in the chimneys.
“Bad weather for summer, sir.”
Jeffray nodded, and poured out Bess a glass of wine.
“May I be wishing, sir, that the lady don’t mind a rough sea?”
Bess glanced at Richard, and smiled, without fear.
“I would rather go,” she said.
“The weather looks uncommon dirty.”
“True, landlord. What sort of sea-boat is the Sussex Queen?”
“Good as most, sir, I suppose,” he said. “Rather rickety in her spars, I have heard. Perhaps the lady would be wishing to stay the night? We have a good room up-stairs, and could make ye very comfortable.”
The insinuation was not without its charm, but Bess shook her head as Jeffray questioned her with his eyes.
“No, I am not afraid,” she said.
“Thanks, landlord, I think we will slip across before the weather holds us back.”
It was well past noon when Bess and Jeffray went down to the quay, and found the Sussex Queen moored43 close in with a gangway from the quay to her quarter-deck. All Bess’s bridal-baggage had been hauled on board, the new trunks filled with the rich stuffs, laces, and brocades that Jeffray had bought for her at Lewes. Two boats’ crews of Newhaven men were already getting out the hawsers44 to tow the Sussex Queen into the open sea. Jeffray took leave of Gladden, who had followed them from the inn, and pressed some money into the old man’s hand.
“Good-bye, Gladden,” he said, joyous45 and untroubled, “you shall hear from me in France. Mr. Wilson has my affairs in hand.”
“Good-bye, sir, good-bye. May you get safe across. I don’t like the look of the weather—”
“Ah, we are not afraid of it, Gladden. Look to my father’s books. Mr. Bitson, of Lincoln’s Inn, will see that certain moneys are paid to you quarterly. I want the old house to look well for the day when we shall return. Good-bye,” and he crossed the gangway.
Gladden stood watching, Jeffray’s money still in his palm, as the seamen46 cast off the ropes and the Newhaven men tugged47 at their oars48. The hawsers tightened49, and rose dripping above the water; the ship began to glide50 from the quay, and to move towards the narrow vista51 of foam52-ribbed sea that showed beyond the harbor’s mouth.
Captain George had taken Bess to the state cabin under the poop, a dark den23 of a place whose stern windows gave a last view of the little town and the green flats that stretched beyond. Jeffray stayed with her a moment, and then went on deck, to find the Sussex Queen gliding53 out from the harbor’s mouth. Captain George was standing54 on the quarter-deck, trumpet55 in hand. The boatswain’s whistle piped, and the men went swarming56 up the rigging to loose the sails, and give the ship her wings for France.
Bess joined Jeffray on the quarter-deck, with her old scarlet57 cloak about her, and the hood58 turned forward over her coal-black hair. They stood close together, looking at the stretch of gray and white-maned sea. It was cheerless and threatening, a wild waste of waters tossing under a sullen59 sky. The sails were bellying60 out above, and the bluff bows of the brig began to plunge61 and buffet62 with the waves. Soon the Newhaven men dropped the tow-ropes, and pulled back to harbor with a faint cheer. The whistling breeze, the creaking and straining of the cordage, the salt spume flying with the wind, even these could not chill the hearts of the two who watched the white shores dwindling63 beyond the waves. They stood close to the bulwarks64, Bess with her cloak wrapped round her and Jeffray’s arm about her body. England was sinking into the north, and the cliffs grew gray and ghostly under the hurrying sky.
Bess turned and looked into Jeffray’s eyes, wondering whether there was any sadness for him in this going forth65 into the unknown. He seemed to guess what was in her heart, and holding her close to him, gazed back towards England with a quiet smile.
“Bess, I am thinking that you are safe with me at last.”
“Isaac cannot follow us over the sea.”
“No, we are rid of the past. And you are not afraid?”
“No, I am very happy.”
“Take a last look at England for some years,” he said.
Peter Gladden and the Rodenham servants were still drinking and gossiping at the Royal Harry, when Isaac Grimshaw came limping down the street, with the brim of his battered67 beaver68 flapping over his face, and his holly69 stick tapping the stones. He looked worn out and weary, yet spiteful to the last stride. Isaac saw the Rodenham coach waiting outside the inn, and his face flushed almost boyishly, as though Bess and her lover were still within reach of his pistol’s snout. Slinking past the Royal Harry and meeting the full fluster70 of the wind, he made for the quay where a few fishermen were idling before the warehouses71. Isaac hailed a tall fellow in heavy sea-boots and a filthy72 smock, and stood leaning on his stick, and looking back at the inn with the great coach waiting in the roadway.
The man in the smock leaned against a windlass as though for a gossip, and then cocked his head towards the sea.
“Sussex Queen, Cap’n George, sailed an hour ago.”
“Any passengers, mate?”
“Lady and gen’leman, came in the coach yonder. Took a lot o’ stuff aboard.”
Isaac leaned heavily on his stick for a moment, one hand fumbling74 at the butts75 of the pistols under his coat. The fellow in the smock stared at him, and then went on talking, beating one heavy boot on the stone paving of the quay.
“Damned rough weather comin’. Rather be ashore76 meself than out in the Channel with this sou’wester.”
Isaac nodded, yet did not follow what the fellow said.
“You look cold, father; have a nip at the Royal Harry. What—” He stopped open-mouthed, for Isaac had turned, and was limping away towards the town. The sailor watched him curiously77, thinking the old man in his dotage78, and that he had wasted his pity on such a crab-apple. He saw Isaac cross the roadway and disappear up an alley79 that led towards the low cliffs above the beach.
Old Grimshaw’s body seemed like a dry leaf quivering in the wind as he forced his way forward against the growing gale80. A haze81 of rain was drifting over the sea, yet far beyond the gray fringe thereof the vague whiteness of a sail showed above the foam. Isaac, breathless and half fainting, leaned upon his stick, and stared out over the waste of waters. The rain came beating on him, and the wind flicked82 the wet brim of his hat into his face. But still he stood there like some inexorable harbinger of evil, and cursed Bess and the ship that carried her towards the shores of France.
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| adv.在(向)岸上，上岸 | |
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| adv.有求知欲地；好问地；奇特地 | |
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| n.年老体衰；年老昏聩 | |
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| n.小巷，胡同；小径，小路 | |
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| n.大风，强风，一阵闹声（尤指笑声等） | |
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| n.霾，烟雾；懵懂，迷糊；vi.(over)变模糊 | |
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flicked
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| （尤指用手指或手快速地）轻击( flick的过去式和过去分词 )； （用…）轻挥； （快速地）按开关； 向…笑了一下（或瞥了一眼等） | |
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