"Bravery is only obtuseness to the perception of contingencies," Mr.
Swancourt severely answered.
Mrs. Swancourt laughed, and Elfride laughed, and Knight laughed, in the midst of which pleasantness a man shouted to them from some position between their heads and the sky, and they found they were close to the Juliet, into which they quiveringly ascended.
It having been found that the lowness of the tide would prevent their getting off for an hour, the Swancourts, having nothing else to do, allowed their eyes to idle upon men in blue jerseys performing mysterious mending operations with tar-twine; they turned to look at the dashes of lurid sunlight, like burnished copper stars afloat on the ripples, which danced into and tantalized their vision; or listened to the loud music of a steam-crane at work close by; or to sighing sounds from the funnels of pa.s.sing steamers, getting dead as they grew more distant; or to shouts from the decks of different craft in their vicinity, all of them a.s.suming the form of "Ah-he-hay!"
Half-past ten: not yet off. Mr. Swancourt breathed a breath of weariness, and looked at his fellow-travellers in general. Their faces were certainly not worth looking at. The expression "Waiting" was written upon them so absolutely that nothing more could be discerned there. All animation was suspended till Providence should raise the water and let them go.
"I have been thinking," said Knight, "that we have come amongst the rarest cla.s.s of people in the kingdom. Of all human characteristics, a low opinion of the value of his own time by an individual must be among the strangest to find. Here we see numbers of that patient and happy species. Rovers, as distinct from travellers."
"But they are pleasure-seekers, to whom time is of no importance."
"Oh no. The pleasure-seekers we meet on the grand routes are more anxious than commercial travellers to rush on. And added to the loss of time in getting to their journey"s end, these exceptional people take their chance of sea-sickness by coming this way."
"Can it be?" inquired the vicar with apprehension. "Surely not, Mr.
Knight, just here in our English Channel--close at our doors, as I may say."
"Entrance pa.s.sages are very draughty places, and the Channel is like the rest. It ruins the temper of sailors. It has been calculated by philosophers that more d.a.m.ns go up to heaven from the Channel, in the course of a year, than from all the five oceans put together."
They really start now, and the dead looks of all the throng come to life immediately. The man who has been frantically hauling in a rope that bade fair to have no end ceases his labours, and they glide down the serpentine bends of the Thames.
Anything anywhere was a mine of interest to Elfride, and so was this.
"It is well enough now," said Mrs. Swancourt, after they had pa.s.sed the Nore, "but I can"t say I have cared for my voyage hitherto." For being now in the open sea a slight breeze had sprung up, which cheered her as well as her two younger companions. But unfortunately it had a reverse effect upon the vicar, who, after turning a sort of apricot jam colour, interspersed with dashes of raspberry, pleaded indisposition, and vanished from their sight.
The afternoon wore on. Mrs. Swancourt kindly sat apart by herself reading, and the betrothed pair were left to themselves. Elfride clung trustingly to Knight"s arm, and proud was she to walk with him up and down the deck, or to go forward, and leaning with him against the forecastle rails, watch the setting sun gradually withdrawing itself over their stern into a huge bank of livid cloud with golden edges that rose to meet it.
She was childishly full of life and spirits, though in walking up and down with him before the other pa.s.sengers, and getting noticed by them, she was at starting rather confused, it being the first time she had shown herself so openly under that kind of protection. "I expect they are envious and saying things about us, don"t you?" she would whisper to Knight with a stealthy smile.
"Oh no," he would answer unconcernedly. "Why should they envy us, and what can they say?"
"Not any harm, of course," Elfride replied, "except such as this: "How happy those two are! she is proud enough now." What makes it worse," she continued in the extremity of confidence, "I heard those two cricketing men say just now, "She"s the n.o.bbiest girl on the boat." But I don"t mind it, you know, Harry."
"I should hardly have supposed you did, even if you had not told me,"
said Knight with great blandness.
She was never tired of asking her lover questions and admiring his answers, good, bad, or indifferent as they might be. The evening grew dark and night came on, and lights shone upon them from the horizon and from the sky.
"Now look there ahead of us, at that halo in the air, of silvery brightness. Watch it, and you will see what it comes to."
She watched for a few minutes, when two white lights emerged from the side of a hill, and showed themselves to be the origin of the halo.
"What a dazzling brilliance! What do they mark?"
"The South Foreland: they were previously covered by the cliff."
"What is that level line of little sparkles--a town, I suppose?"
"That"s Dover."
All this time, and later, soft sheet lightning expanded from a cloud in their path, enkindling their faces as they paced up and down, shining over the water, and, for a moment, showing the horizon as a keen line.
Elfride slept soundly that night. Her first thought the next morning was the thrilling one that Knight was as close at hand as when they were at home at Endelstow, and her first sight, on looking out of the cabin window, was the perpendicular face of Beachy Head, gleaming white in a brilliant six-o"clock-in-the-morning sun. This fair daybreak, however, soon changed its aspect. A cold wind and a pale mist descended upon the sea, and seemed to threaten a dreary day.
When they were nearing Southampton, Mrs. Swancourt came to say that her husband was so ill that he wished to be put on sh.o.r.e here, and left to do the remainder of the journey by land. "He will be perfectly well directly he treads firm ground again. Which shall we do--go with him, or finish our voyage as we intended?"
Elfride was comfortably housed under an umbrella which Knight was holding over her to keep off the wind. "Oh, don"t let us go on sh.o.r.e!"
she said with dismay. "It would be such a pity!"
"That"s very fine," said Mrs. Swancourt archly, as to a child. "See, the wind has increased her colour, the sea her appet.i.te and spirits, and somebody her happiness. Yes, it would be a pity, certainly."
""Tis my misfortune to be always spoken to from a pedestal," sighed Elfride.
"Well, we will do as you like, Mrs. Swancourt," said Knight, "but----"
"I myself would rather remain on board," interrupted the elder lady.
"And Mr. Swancourt particularly wishes to go by himself. So that shall settle the matter."
The vicar, now a drab colour, was put ash.o.r.e, and became as well as ever forthwith.
Elfride, sitting alone in a retired part of the vessel, saw a veiled woman walk aboard among the very latest arrivals at this port. She was clothed in black silk, and carried a dark shawl upon her arm. The woman, without looking around her, turned to the quarter allotted to the second-cabin pa.s.sengers. All the carnation Mrs. Swancourt had complimented her step-daughter upon possessing left Elfride"s cheeks, and she trembled visibly.
She ran to the other side of the boat, where Mrs. Swancourt was standing.
"Let us go home by railway with papa, after all," she pleaded earnestly.
"I would rather go with him--shall we?"
Mrs. Swancourt looked around for a moment, as if unable to decide. "Ah,"
she exclaimed, "it is too late now. Why did not you say so before, when we had plenty of time?"
The Juliet had at that minute let go, the engines had started, and they were gliding slowly away from the quay. There was no help for it but to remain, unless the Juliet could be made to put back, and that would create a great disturbance. Elfride gave up the idea and submitted quietly. Her happiness was sadly mutilated now.
The woman whose presence had so disturbed her was exactly like Mrs.
Jethway. She seemed to haunt Elfride like a shadow. After several minutes" vain endeavour to account for any design Mrs. Jethway could have in watching her, Elfride decided to think that, if it were the widow, the encounter was accidental. She remembered that the widow in her restlessness was often visiting the village near Southampton, which was her original home, and it was possible that she chose water-transit with the idea of saving expense.
"What is the matter, Elfride?" Knight inquired, standing before her.
"Nothing more than that I am rather depressed."
"I don"t much wonder at it; that wharf was depressing. We seemed underneath and inferior to everything around us. But we shall be in the sea breeze again soon, and that will freshen you, dear."
The evening closed in and dusk increased as they made way down Southampton Water and through the Solent. Elfride"s disturbance of mind was such that her light spirits of the foregoing four and twenty hours had entirely deserted her. The weather too had grown more gloomy, for though the showers of the morning had ceased, the sky was covered more closely than ever with dense leaden clouds. How beautiful was the sunset when they rounded the North Foreland the previous evening! now it was impossible to tell within half an hour the time of the luminary"s going down. Knight led her about, and being by this time accustomed to her sudden changes of mood, overlooked the necessity of a cause in regarding the conditions--impressionableness and elasticity.
Elfride looked stealthily to the other end of the vessel. Mrs. Jethway, or her double, was sitting at the stern--her eye steadily regarding Elfride.
"Let us go to the forepart," she said quickly to Knight. "See there--the man is fixing the lights for the night."
Knight a.s.sented, and after watching the operation of fixing the red and the green lights on the port and starboard bows, and the hoisting of the white light to the masthead, he walked up and down with her till the increase of wind rendered promenading difficult. Elfride"s eyes were occasionally to be found furtively gazing abaft, to learn if her enemy were really there. n.o.body was visible now.