"May I come up, Almayer?"
Almayer stood up and leaned over the rail. "Don"t you dare," he said, in a voice subdued but distinct. "Don"t you dare! The child sleeps here.
And I don"t want to hear you--or speak to you either."
"You must listen to me! It"s something important."
"Not to me, surely."
"Yes! To you. Very important."
"You were always a humbug," said Almayer, after a short silence, in an indulgent tone. "Always! I remember the old days. Some fellows used to say there was no one like you for smartness--but you never took me in.
Not quite. I never quite believed in you, Mr. Willems."
"I admit your superior intelligence," retorted Willems, with scornful impatience, from below. "Listening to me would be a further proof of it.
You will be sorry if you don"t."
"Oh, you funny fellow!" said Almayer, banteringly. "Well, come up. Don"t make a noise, but come up. You"ll catch a sunstroke down there and die on my doorstep perhaps. I don"t want any tragedy here. Come on!"
Before he finished speaking Willems" head appeared above the level of the floor, then his shoulders rose gradually and he stood at last before Almayer--a masquerading spectre of the once so very confidential clerk of the richest merchant in the islands. His jacket was soiled and torn; below the waist he was clothed in a worn-out and faded sarong. He flung off his hat, uncovering his long, tangled hair that stuck in wisps on his perspiring forehead and straggled over his eyes, which glittered deep down in the sockets like the last sparks amongst the black embers of a burnt-out fire. An unclean beard grew out of the caverns of his sunburnt cheeks. The hand he put out towards Almayer was very unsteady.
The once firm mouth had the tell-tale droop of mental suffering and physical exhaustion. He was barefooted. Almayer surveyed him with leisurely composure.
"Well!" he said at last, without taking the extended hand which dropped slowly along Willems" body.
"I am come," began Willems.
"So I see," interrupted Almayer. "You might have spared me this treat without making me unhappy. You have been away five weeks, if I am not mistaken. I got on very well without you--and now you are here you are not pretty to look at."
"Let me speak, will you!" exclaimed Willems.
"Don"t shout like this. Do you think yourself in the forest with your . . . your friends? This is a civilized man"s house. A white man"s.
Understand?"
"I am come," began Willems again; "I am come for your good and mine."
"You look as if you had come for a good feed," chimed in the irrepressible Almayer, while Willems waved his hand in a discouraged gesture. "Don"t they give you enough to eat," went on Almayer, in a tone of easy banter, "those--what am I to call them--those new relations of yours? That old blind scoundrel must be delighted with your company. You know, he was the greatest thief and murderer of those seas. Say! do you exchange confidences? Tell me, Willems, did you kill somebody in Maca.s.sar or did you only steal something?"
"It is not true!" exclaimed Willems, hotly. "I only borrowed. . . . They all lied! I . . ."
"Sh-sh!" hissed Almayer, warningly, with a look at the sleeping child.
"So you did steal," he went on, with repressed exultation. "I thought there was something of the kind. And now, here, you steal again."
For the first time Willems raised his eyes to Almayer"s face.
"Oh, I don"t mean from me. I haven"t missed anything," said Almayer, with mocking haste. "But that girl. Hey! You stole her. You did not pay the old fellow. She is no good to him now, is she?"
"Stop that. Almayer!"
Something in Willems" tone caused Almayer to pause. He looked narrowly at the man before him, and could not help being shocked at his appearance.
"Almayer," went on Willems, "listen to me. If you are a human being you will. I suffer horribly--and for your sake."
Almayer lifted his eyebrows. "Indeed! How? But you are raving," he added, negligently.
"Ah! You don"t know," whispered Willems. "She is gone. Gone," he repeated, with tears in his voice, "gone two days ago."
"No!" exclaimed the surprised Almayer. "Gone! I haven"t heard that news yet." He burst into a subdued laugh. "How funny! Had enough of you already? You know it"s not flattering for you, my superior countryman."
Willems--as if not hearing him--leaned against one of the columns of the roof and looked over the river. "At first," he whispered, dreamily, "my life was like a vision of heaven--or h.e.l.l; I didn"t know which. Since she went I know what perdition means; what darkness is. I know what it is to be torn to pieces alive. That"s how I feel."
"You may come and live with me again," said Almayer, coldly. "After all, Lingard--whom I call my father and respect as such--left you under my care. You pleased yourself by going away. Very good. Now you want to come back. Be it so. I am no friend of yours. I act for Captain Lingard."
"Come back?" repeated Willems, pa.s.sionately. "Come back to you and abandon her? Do you think I am mad? Without her! Man! what are you made of? To think that she moves, lives, breathes out of my sight. I am jealous of the wind that fans her, of the air she breathes, of the earth that receives the caress of her foot, of the sun that looks at her now while I . . . I haven"t seen her for two days--two days."
The intensity of Willems" feeling moved Almayer somewhat, but he affected to yawn elaborately, "You do bore me," he muttered. "Why don"t you go after her instead of coming here?"
"Why indeed?"
"Don"t you know where she is? She can"t be very far. No native craft has left this river for the last fortnight."
"No! not very far--and I will tell you where she is. She is in Lakamba"s campong." And Willems fixed his eyes steadily on Almayer"s face.
"Phew! Patalolo never sent to let me know. Strange," said Almayer, thoughtfully. "Are you afraid of that lot?" he added, after a short pause.
"I--afraid!"
"Then is it the care of your dignity which prevents you from following her there, my high-minded friend?" asked Almayer, with mock solicitude.
"How n.o.ble of you!"
There was a short silence; then Willems said, quietly, "You are a fool.
I should like to kick you."
"No fear," answered Almayer, carelessly; "you are too weak for that. You look starved."
"I don"t think I have eaten anything for the last two days; perhaps more--I don"t remember. It does not matter. I am full of live embers,"
said Willems, gloomily. "Look!" and he bared an arm covered with fresh scars. "I have been biting myself to forget in that pain the fire that hurts me there!" He struck his breast violently with his fist, reeled under his own blow, fell into a chair that stood near and closed his eyes slowly.
"Disgusting exhibition," said Almayer, loftily. "What could father ever see in you? You are as estimable as a heap of garbage."
"You talk like that! You, who sold your soul for a few guilders,"
muttered Willems, wearily, without opening his eyes.
"Not so few," said Almayer, with instinctive readiness, and stopped confused for a moment. He recovered himself quickly, however, and went on: "But you--you have thrown yours away for nothing; flung it under the feet of a d.a.m.ned savage woman who has made you already the thing you are, and will kill you very soon, one way or another, with her love or with her hate. You spoke just now about guilders. You meant Lingard"s money, I suppose. Well, whatever I have sold, and for whatever price, I never meant you--you of all people--to spoil my bargain. I feel pretty safe though. Even father, even Captain Lingard, would not touch you now with a pair of tongs; not with a ten-foot pole. . . ."
He spoke excitedly, all in one breath, and, ceasing suddenly, glared at Willems and breathed hard through his nose in sulky resentment. Willems looked at him steadily for a moment, then got up.
"Almayer," he said resolutely, "I want to become a trader in this place."
Almayer shrugged his shoulders.