She laughed a little, as Brook went off to find a solid chair. A few minutes later she was enthroned in safety, her husband on one side of her and Mrs. Bowring on the other, all facing the sea.
"It"s too perfect for words!" she exclaimed, in solid and peaceful satisfaction. "Adam, isn"t it a dream? You thin people don"t know how nice it is to come to anchor in a pleasant place after a long voyage!"
She sighed happily and moved her arms so that their weight was quite at rest without an effort.
Clare and Johnstone walked slowly up and down, pa.s.sing and repa.s.sing, and trying to talk as though neither were aware that there was something unusual in the situation, to say the least of it. At last they stopped at the end farthest away from the others.
"I had no idea that my father had known your mother long ago," said Brook suddenly. "Had you?"
"Yes--of late," answered Clare. "You see my mother wasn"t sure, until you told me his first name," she hastened to add.
"Oh--I see. Of course. Stupid of me not to try and bring it into the conversation sooner, wasn"t it? But it seems to have been ever so long ago. Don"t you think so?"
"Yes. Ever so long ago."
"When they were quite young, I suppose. Your mother must have been perfectly beautiful when she was young. I dare say my father was madly in love with her. It wouldn"t be at all surprising, you know, would it?
He was a tremendous fellow for falling in love."
"Oh! Was he?" Clare spoke rather coldly.
"You"re not angry, are you, because I suggested it?" asked Brook quickly. "I don"t see that there"s any harm in it. There"s no reason why a young man as he was shouldn"t have been desperately in love with a beautiful young girl, is there?"
"None whatever," answered Clare. "I was only thinking--it"s rather an odd coincidence--do you mind telling me something?"
"Of course not! What is it?"
"Had your father ever a brother--who died?"
"No. He had a lot of sisters--some of them are alive still. Awful old things, my aunts are, too. No, he never had any brother. Why do you ask?"
"Nothing--it"s a mere coincidence. Did I ever tell you that my mother was married twice? My father was her second husband. The first had your name."
"Johnstone, with an E on the end of it?"
"Yes--with an E."
"Gad! that"s funny!" exclaimed Brook. "Some connection, I dare say. Then we are connected too, you and I, not much though, when one thinks of it.
Step-cousin by marriage, and ever so many degrees removed, too."
"You can"t call that a connection," said Clare with a little laugh, but her face was thoughtful. "Still, it is odd that she should have known your father well, and should have married a man of the same name--with the E--isn"t it?"
"He may have been an own cousin, for all I know," said Brook. "I"ll ask.
He"s sure to remember. He never forgets anything. And it"s another coincidence too, that my father should have been married twice, just like your mother, and that I should be the son of the second marriage, too. What odd things happen, when one comes to compare notes!"
While they had walked up and down, Lady Johnstone had paid no attention to them, but she had grown restless as soon as she had seen that they stood still at a distance to talk, and her bright blue eyes turned towards them again and again, with sudden motherly anxiety. At last she could bear it no longer.
"Brook!" she cried. "Brook, my dear boy!" Brook and Clare walked back towards the little group.
"Brook, dear," said Lady Johnstone. "Please come and tell me the names of all the mountains and places we see from here. You know, I always want to know everything as soon as I arrive."
Sir Adam rose from his chair.
"Should you like to take a turn?" he asked, speaking to Mrs. Bowring and standing before her.
She rose in silence and stepped forward, with a quiet, set face, as though she knew that the supreme moment had come.
"Take our chairs," said Sir Adam to Clare and Brook. "We are going to walk about a little."
Mrs. Bowring turned in the direction whence the young people had come, towards the end of the terrace. Sir Adam walked erect beside her.
"Is there a way out at that end?" he asked in a low voice, when they had gone a little distance.
"No."
"We can"t stand there and talk. Where can we go? Isn"t there a quiet place somewhere?"
"Do you want to talk to me?" asked Mrs. Bowring, looking straight before her.
"Yes, please," answered Sir Adam, almost sharply, but still in a low tone. "I"ve waited a long time," he added.
Mrs. Bowring said nothing in answer. They reached the end of the walk, and she turned without pausing.
"The point out there is called the Conca," she said, pointing to the rocks far out below. "It curls round like a sh.e.l.l, you know. Conca means a sea-sh.e.l.l, I think. It seems to be a great place for fishing, for there are always little boats about it in fine weather."
"I remember," replied Sir Adam. "I was here thirty years ago. It hasn"t changed much. Are there still those little paper-mills in the valley on the way to Ravello? They used to be very primitive."
They kept up their forced conversation as they pa.s.sed Lady Johnstone and the young people. Then they were silent again, as they went towards the hotel.
"We"ll go through the house," said Mrs. Bowring, speaking low again.
"There"s a quiet place on the other side--Clare and your son will have to stay with your wife."
"Yes, I thought of that, when I told them to take our chairs."
In silence they traversed the long tiled corridor with set faces, like two people who are going to do something dangerous and disagreeable together. They came out upon the platform before the deep recess of the rocks in which stood the black cross. There was n.o.body there.
"We shall not be disturbed out here," said Mrs. Bowring, quietly. "The people in the hotel go to their rooms after luncheon. We will sit down there by the cross, if you don"t mind--I"m not so strong as I used to be, you know."
They ascended the few steps which led up to the bench where Clare had sat on that evening which she could not forget, and they sat down side by side, not looking at each other"s faces.
A long silence followed. Once or twice Sir Adam shifted his feet uneasily, and opened his mouth as though he were going to say something, but suddenly changed his mind. Mrs. Bowring was the first to speak.
"Please understand," she said slowly, glancing at him sideways, "I don"t want you to say anything, and I don"t know what you can have to say. As for my being here, it"s very simple. If I had known that Brook Johnstone was your son before he had made our acquaintance, and that you were coming here, I should have gone away at once. As soon as I knew him I suspected who he was. You must know that he is like you as you used to be--except your eyes. Then I said to myself that he would tell you that he had met us, and that you would of course think that I had been afraid to meet you. I"m not. So I stayed. I don"t know whether I did right or wrong. To me it seemed right, and I"m willing to abide the consequences, if there are to be any."
"What consequences can there be?" asked the grey-bearded man, turning his eyes slowly to her face.
"That depends upon how you act. It might have been better to behave as though we had never met, and to let your son introduce you to me as he introduced you to Clare. We might have started upon a more formal footing, then. You have chosen to say that we are old friends. It"s an odd expression to use--but let it stand. I won"t quarrel with it. It does well enough. As for the position, it"s not pleasant for me, but it must be worse for you. There"s not much to choose. But I don"t want you to think that I expect you to talk about old times unless you like. If you have anything which you wish to say, I"ll hear it all without interrupting you. But I do wish you to believe that I won"t do anything nor say anything which could touch your wife. She seems to be happy with you. I hope she always has been and always will be. She knew what she was doing when she married you. G.o.d knows, there was publicity enough.
Was it my fault? I suppose you"ve always thought so. Very well, then--say that it was my fault. But don"t tell your wife who I am unless she forces you to it out of curiosity."