"If an elopement had made a Roman Catholic of her, her aunt would have been willing," said I.
"No doubt, no doubt. Here," said he, putting the reins into my hands, "hold these for a moment or two, Herbert. You recollect that yesterday I pooh-poohed your opinion that a marriage at sea may be a lawful ceremony?"
He pulled out a pocket-book and searched it whilst he continued to talk.
"My wife"s uncle was old Admiral Clements, and at his death a number of his books came to us. We were talking last evening about the marriage on board the _Carthusian_, when Sophie suddenly exclaimed, "Frank, I believe I know where the record of a marriage at sea is to be found."
She sat pondering and puzzling awhile, then stepped to the bookcase and exclaimed, "This will be it, I am sure." She pulled out a volume of memoirs of Admiral Markham, and after hunting through it, read what I have here copied for your special behoof, Herbert. "Bessie was Elizabeth, eldest daughter of the Dean of York, the Archbishop"s third son. She was born August 28th, 1790. Josephine was the French young lady adopted by the Archbishop"s family. Both girls were then seventeen and devotedly attached to each other. After the Archbishop"s death they were not parted but lived with his widow. On August 30th, 1815, Bessie was married to a crusty old general named Rufane Donkin and was to go out to India with him. But she could not bear to be separated from her friend, so it was arranged that Josephine should accompany her. General Donkin was of a very jealous disposition and could not endure his wife liking anything or anybody but himself. On board the ship he began to treat her young friend with discourtesy, and at last with such brutality that it excited the indignation of both captain and pa.s.sengers. Among the latter there was a young officer, named Chadwick, whose pity for the forlorn girl grew into love. He entreated her to marry him that he might have the right to protect her.
At last she consented, _and the marriage ceremony was performed during the voyage by Captain Haviside, the captain of the ship_."
He replaced the pocket-book, took the reins from me, and we stared at each other.
"Well," said I, bestowing an exultant nod upon him, "that looks ship-shape enough, doesn"t it? as Admiral Clements would have said."
"They were probably re-married," said he.
"That remains to be proved," I rejoined.
"It certainly shakes me in my views," he exclaimed. "Still, it seems truly iniquitous that unconsecrated hands--such a person as a ship"s captain--should enjoy the privileges of a priest."
"He can christen."
"No!" he shouted.
This discussion was only terminated by our arrival at his house; the most delightful little parsonage that can be imagined: a snug, green, nestling box to the eye, yet quite equal to the requirements of the large family which this mild and happy couple bade fair to enc.u.mber themselves with. The church was within a short walk, an aged, ivy-clad structure, with many n.o.ble trees round about it, and a yard full of ancient, leaning indecipherable, memorial stones. Grace was awaiting our arrival that she might drive with Sophie to Penzance on her shopping errands. We embraced as though we had not met for years. I said to her:
"Now you are satisfied that you are my wife?"
"No," she cried, holding up her left hand from which she had removed the wedding-ring; then producing it from her pocket, she added, "Keep it till you can put it on properly."
This damped me, and my face showed some annoyance. I honestly believed her to be my wife, willing as I was that Frank should presently confirm the ceremony that Captain Parsons had performed, and her removal of the ring was a sort of shock to me, though, to be sure, my good sense told me that if there was any virtue whatever in our shipboard union it was not to be weakened by my carrying the ring instead of her wearing it.
She stood gazing at me in her loving, girlish way for a moment, then observing disappointment, slipped her fingers into my waistcoat pocket, pulled out the ring, and put it on again. I kissed her for that, and though Frank shook his head, Sophie said, "If Grace is really married, as I believe her to be after what Frank read, then she is perfectly in the right to do what her husband wishes."
But to make an end, seeing that but little more remains to be told. It was four days after our arrival at ---- that I drove Grace over to Penzance to enable her to keep an appointment with her dressmaker.
Caudel still hung about the quaint old town. He had sent me a rude, briny scrawl, half the words looking as though they had been smeared out by his little finger, and the others as if they had been written by his protruded tongue, in which he said, in spelling beyond expression wonderful, that he had brought the shipwright to terms, and wished to see me. I left Grace at the dressmaker"s and walked to the address where Caudel said I should find him. He looked highly soaped and polished, his hair shone like his boots, and he wore a new coat, with several fathoms of spotted kerchief wound round about his throat.
After we had exchanged a few sentences of greeting and goodwill, he addressed me thus:
"Your honour gave me leave to do the best I could with the dandy.
Well, Mr. Barclay, sir, this is what I"ve done and here"s the money."
He thrust his hands into the pockets of his trousers, which b.u.t.toned up square as a Dutchman"s stern, after the fashion that is long likely to remain popular with men of the Caudel breed, and pulling out a large chamois leather bag, he extracted from it a quant.i.ty of banknotes, very worn, greasy and crumpled, and some sovereigns and shillings, which looked as if they had been stowed away in an old stocking since the beginning of the century. He surveyed me with a gaze of respectful triumph, perhaps watching for some expression of astonishment.
"How much have you there, Caudel?"
"You"ll scarcely credit it, sir," said he, grinning.
"But how much, man, how much?"
"One hundred and seventy-three pounds, fourteen shillun", as I"m a man," cried he, smiting the table with his immense fist.
I smiled, for though I had bought the dandy cheap, she had cost me a very great deal more, by the time she was fit to go afloat in, than Caudel had received for her. But Grace was not to be kept waiting, and I rose.
"You will give what you think fair to the boy Bobby, Caudel."
He looked at me stupidly.
"Did not I tell you," said I, "that what the dandy fetched was to be yours, and that something of it was to go to the boy? As to those who deserted you, they may call upon me for their wages, but they"ll get no more."
He seemed overwhelmed, and indeed his astonishment surprised me, for I had imagined my intentions with regard to the yacht were well known to him. I cut short the worthy fellow"s thanks by a.s.suring him that my grat.i.tude for his services at Boulogne and for his behaviour throughout the whole delicate business was not to be expressed by five times the amount that lay upon the table; and then telling him to let me hear of him when Miss Bella.s.sys and I were married and settled, and promising, should I ever go yachting again, to offer him the command of my vessel, I wrung his hand and ran out, pursued by twenty "G.o.d bless ye, sirs."
Grace and I returned to ---- somewhere about four o"clock, having lunched at Penzance. We alighted at the vicarage and entered the fragrant little dining-room. My cousin and his wife were sitting waiting for us. Sophie, on our entrance, started up and cried: "Grace, here is a letter for you. I believe it is from your aunt."
My darling turned white, and I was sensible of growing very nearly as pale as she. Her hand trembled as she took the letter; she eyed me piteously, seemed to make an effort to break the envelope, then extending it to me said, "I dare not read it."
I instantly tore it open, read it to myself once, then aloud:
"_Lady Amelia Roscoe begs to inform her niece that she washes her hands of her. She wishes never to see nor to hear of her again. So far as Lady Amelia Roscoe"s consent goes, her niece is at liberty to do what she likes and go where she likes. Any further communication which Lady Amelia"s niece may require to make must be addressed to her ladyship"s solicitors, Messrs. Fox & Wyndall, Lincoln"s Inn Fields._"
"Thank Heaven!" I exclaimed, drawing the deepest breath I had ever fetched in my life.
"Now, Herbert, I am at your service," exclaimed Frank.
Grace was crying, and Sophie, giving her husband and me a rea.s.suring look, with sisterly gentleness took my darling"s arm, and led her out of the room.
Needless to say that in due course we were married, or rather let me say, re-married. But this said, the brief incident I have endeavoured to relate--the story of the elopement--ends. Down to this present moment of writing, however, I have been unable to find out whether I was or whether I was not legitimately, validly, lawfully, made a husband of by Captain Parsons. I have put the question to solicitors; I have written to shipowners and to shipbrokers, to captains and to mates, to shipping papers, and to a variety of marine authorities, such as dock superintendents, Board of Trade officials, and nautical a.s.sessors, but to no purpose. A great many "fancy" that a shipboard marriage is "all right," but n.o.body is certain. What have the readers of this narrative to say? Is there any one amongst them who can speak with authority? I submit that it is a point which ought to be settled.
Legislation should put an end to doubt. Could I have felt sure on the subject, I should have been spared a great deal of anxiety. That marriages have taken place at sea is beyond question; the offspring of these unions must be numerous. Are they legitimate? Many colonials should feel concerned in the question, and I trust yet to receive some definite information on the matter one way or the other.
POSTSCRIPT
Since this story was written, I find that the Rev. Thomas Moore, Rector of All-hallows-the-Great, late Surrogate in the Diocese of Canterbury, in a useful little work on the British and foreign laws of marriage, ent.i.tled, "How to be Married,"[1] writes of marriages on board merchant vessels, that "There is no statutory provision for these. But the requirements of the Merchant Shipping Act, 1854, Section 282, providing for their proper registration in the Diocesan Registry of London, a.s.sume that they may take place." In a letter addressed to the author, Mr. Moore says: "I may say, that to const.i.tute the validity of such marriages, which I take for granted would be marriages of emergency, the presence of a clergyman or minister would not be required, and is not contemplated. It would be sufficient that the captain of the ship officiated and made a record of the marriage. He ought, however, to report it to the proper authority as soon as possible at the end of the voyage. Such marriages, though legal, are rare."
[1] Published by Griffith and Farran.