Armadale

Chapter 17

"I think I see one house," he said. "Here-away, on the mainland to the right." He looked again, to make sure, at a dim little patch of white, with faint white lines behind it, nestling low in a gra.s.sy hollow, on the main island. "It looks like a stone house and inclosure," he resumed. "I"ll hail it, on the chance." He pa.s.sed his arm round a rope to steady himself, made a speaking-trumpet of his hands, and suddenly dropped them again without uttering a sound. "It"s so awfully quiet,"

he whispered to himself. "I"m half afraid to call out." He looked down again on deck. "I shan"t startle you, Midwinter, shall I?" he said, with an uneasy laugh. He looked once more at the faint white object, in the gra.s.sy hollow. "It won"t do to have come up here for nothing," he thought, and made a speaking-trumpet of his hands again. This time he gave the hail with the whole power of his lungs. "On sh.o.r.e there!" he shouted, turning his face to the main island. "Ahoy-hoy-hoy!"

The last echoes of his voice died away and were lost. No sound answered him but the cheerless bubbling of the broken water ahead.

He looked down again at his friend, and saw the dark figure of Midwinter rise erect, and pace the deck backward and forward, never disappearing out of sight of the cabin when it retired toward the bows of the wreck, and never pa.s.sing beyond the cabin when it returned toward the stern.

"He is impatient to get away," thought Allan; "I"ll try again." He hailed the land once more, and, taught by previous experience, pitched his voice in its highest key.



This time another sound than the sound of the bubbling water answered him. The lowing of frightened cattle rose from the building in the gra.s.sy hollow, and traveled far and drearily through the stillness of the morning air. Allan waited and listened. If the building was a farmhouse the disturbance among the beasts would rouse the men. If it was only a cattle-stable, nothing more would happen. The lowing of the frightened brutes rose and fell drearily, the minutes pa.s.sed, and nothing happened.

"Once more!" said Allan, looking down at the restless figure pacing beneath him. For the third time he hailed the land. For the third time he waited and listened.

In a pause of silence among the cattle, he heard behind him, on the opposite sh.o.r.e of the channel, faint and far among the solitudes of the Islet of the Calf, a sharp, sudden sound, like the distant clash of a heavy door-bolt drawn back. Turning at once in the new direction, he strained his eyes to look for a house. The last faint rays of the waning moonlight trembled here and there on the higher rocks, and on the steeper pinnacles of ground, but great strips of darkness lay dense and black over all the land between; and in that darkness the house, if house there were, was lost to view.

"I have roused somebody at last," Allan called out, encouragingly, to Midwinter, still walking to and fro on the deck, strangely indifferent to all that was pa.s.sing above and beyond him. "Look out for the answering, hail!" And with his face set toward the islet, Allan shouted for help.

The shout was not answered, but mimicked with a shrill, shrieking derision, with wilder and wilder cries, rising out of the deep distant darkness, and mingling horribly the expression of a human voice with the sound of a brute"s. A sudden suspicion crossed Allan"s mind, which made his head swim and turned his hand cold as it held the rigging. In breathless silence he looked toward the quarter from which the first mimicry of his cry for help had come. After a moment"s pause the shrieks were renewed, and the sound of them came nearer. Suddenly a figure, which seemed the figure of a man, leaped up black on a pinnacle of rock, and capered and shrieked in the waning gleam of the moonlight.

The screams of a terrified woman mingled with the cries of the capering creature on the rock. A red spark flashed out in the darkness from a light kindled in an invisible window. The hoa.r.s.e shouting of a man"s voice in anger was heard through the noise. A second black figure leaped up on the rock, struggled with the first figure, and disappeared with it in the darkness. The cries grew fainter and fainter, the screams of the woman were stilled, the hoa.r.s.e voice of the man was heard again for a moment, hailing the wreck in words made unintelligible by the distance, but in tones plainly expressive of rage and fear combined. Another moment, and the clang of the door-bolt was heard again, the red spark of light was quenched in darkness, and all the islet lay quiet in the shadows once more. The lowing of the cattle on the main-land ceased, rose again, stopped. Then, cold and cheerless as ever, the eternal bubbling of the broken water welled up through the great gap of silence--the one sound left, as the mysterious stillness of the hour fell like a mantle from the heavens, and closed over the wreck.

Allan descended from his place in the mizzen-top, and joined his friend again on deck.

"We must wait till the ship-breakers come off to their work," he said, meeting Midwinter halfway in the course of his restless walk. "After what has happened, I don"t mind confessing that I"ve had enough of hailing the land. Only think of there being a madman in that house ash.o.r.e, and of my waking him! Horrible, wasn"t it?"

Midwinter stood still for a moment, and looked at Allan, with the perplexed air of a man who hears circ.u.mstances familiarly mentioned to which he is himself a total stranger. He appeared, if such a thing had been possible, to have pa.s.sed over entirely without notice all that had just happened on the Islet of the Calf.

"Nothing is horrible _out_ of this ship," he said. "Everything is horrible _in_ it."

Answering in those strange words, he turned away again, and went on with his walk.

Allan picked up the flask of whisky lying on the deck near him, and revived his spirits with a dram. "Here"s one thing on board that isn"t horrible," he retorted briskly, as he screwed on the stopper of the flask; "and here"s another," he added, as he took a cigar from his case and lit it. "Three o"clock!" he went on, looking at his watch, and settling himself comfortably on deck with his back against the bulwark.

"Daybreak isn"t far off; we shall have the piping of the birds to cheer us up before long. I say, Midwinter, you seem to have quite got over that unlucky fainting fit. How you do keep walking! Come here and have a cigar, and make yourself comfortable. What"s the good of tramping backward and forward in that restless way?"

"I am waiting," said Midwinter.

"Waiting! What for?"

"For what is to happen to you or to me--or to both of us--before we are out of this ship."

"With submission to your superior judgment, my dear fellow, I think quite enough has happened already. The adventure will do very well as it stands now; more of it is more than I want." He took another dram of whisky, and rambled on, between the puffs of his cigar, in his usual easy way. "I"ve not got your fine imagination, old boy; and I hope the next thing that happens will be the appearance of the workmen"s boat. I suspect that queer fancy of yours has been running away with you while you were down here all by yourself. Come, now, what were you thinking of while I was up in the mizzen-top frightening the cows?"

Midwinter suddenly stopped. "Suppose I tell you?" he said.

"Suppose you do?"

The torturing temptation to reveal the truth, roused once already by his companion"s merciless gayety of spirit, possessed itself of Midwinter for the second time. He leaned back in the dark against the high side of the ship, and looked down in silence at Allan"s figure, stretched comfortably on the deck. "Rouse him," the fiend whispered, subtly, "from that ignorant self-possession and that pitiless repose. Show him the place where the deed was done; let him know it with your knowledge, and fear it with your dread. Tell him of the letter you burned, and of the words no fire can destroy which are living in your memory now. Let him see your mind as it was yesterday, when it roused your sinking faith in your own convictions, to look back on your life at sea, and to cherish the comforting remembrance that, in all your voyages, you had never fallen in with this ship. Let him see your mind as it is now, when the ship has got you at the turning-point of your new life, at the outset of your friendship with the one man of all men whom your father warned you to avoid. Think of those death-bed words, and whisper them in his ear, that he may think of them, too: "Hide yourself from him under an a.s.sumed name. Put the mountains and the seas between you; be ungrateful, be unforgiving; be all that is most repellent to your own gentler nature, rather than live under the same roof and breathe the same air with that man."" So the tempter counseled. So, like a noisome exhalation from the father"s grave, the father"s influence rose and poisoned the mind of the son.

The sudden silence surprised Allan; he looked back drowsily over his shoulder. "Thinking again!" he exclaimed, with a weary yawn.

Midwinter stepped out from the shadow, and came nearer to Allan than he had come yet. "Yes," he said, "thinking of the past and the future."

"The past and the future?" repeated Allan, shifting himself comfortably into a new position. "For my part, I"m dumb about the past. It"s a sore subject with me: the past means the loss of the doctor"s boat. Let"s talk about the future. Have you been taking a practical view? as dear old Brock calls it. Have you been considering the next serious question that concerns us both when we get back to the hotel--the question of breakfast?"

After an instant"s hesitation, Midwinter took a step nearer. "I have been thinking of your future and mine," he said; "I have been thinking of the time when your way in life and my way in life will be two ways instead of one."

"Here"s the daybreak!" cried Allan. "Look up at the masts; they"re beginning to get clear again already. I beg your pardon. What were you saying?"

Midwinter made no reply. The struggle between the hereditary superst.i.tion that was driving him on, and the unconquerable affection for Allan that was holding him back, suspended the next words on his lips. He turned aside his face in speechless suffering. "Oh, my father!"

he thought, "better have killed me on that day when I lay on your bosom, than have let me live for this."

"What"s that about the future?" persisted Allan. "I was looking for the daylight; I didn"t hear."

Midwinter controlled himself, and answered: "You have treated me with your usual kindness," he said, "in planning to take me with you to Thorpe Ambrose. I think, on reflection, I had better not intrude myself where I am not known and not expected." His voice faltered, and he stopped again. The more he shrank from it, the clearer the picture of the happy life that he was resigning rose on his mind.

Allan"s thoughts instantly reverted to the mystification about the new steward which he had practiced on his friend when they were consulting together in the cabin of the yacht. "Has he been turning it over in his mind?" wondered Allan; "and is he beginning at last to suspect the truth? I"ll try him.--Talk as much nonsense, my dear fellow, as you like," he rejoined, "but don"t forget that you are engaged to see me established at Thorpe Ambrose, and to give me your opinion of the new steward."

Midwinter suddenly stepped forward again, close to Allan.

"I am not talking about your steward or your estate," he burst out pa.s.sionately; "I am talking about myself. Do you hear? Myself! I am not a fit companion for you. You don"t know who I am." He drew back into the shadowy shelter of the bulwark as suddenly as he had come out from it.

"O G.o.d! I can"t tell him," he said to himself, in a whisper.

For a moment, and for a moment only, Allan was surprised. "Not know who you are?" Even as he repeated the words, his easy goodhumor got the upper-hand again. He took up the whisky flask, and shook it significantly. "I say," he resumed, "how much of the doctor"s medicine did you take while I was up in the mizzen-top?"

The light tone which he persisted in adopting stung Midwinter to the last pitch of exasperation. He came out again into the light, and stamped his foot angrily on the deck. "Listen to me!" he said. "You don"t know half the low things I have done in my lifetime. I have been a tradesman"s drudge; I have swept out the shop and put up the shutters; I have carried parcels through the street, and waited for my master"s money at his customers" doors."

"I have never done anything half as useful," returned Allan, composedly.

"Dear old boy, what an industrious fellow you have been in your time!"

"I"ve been a vagabond and a blackguard in my time," returned the other, fiercely; "I"ve been a street tumbler, a tramp, a gypsy"s boy! I"ve sung for half-pence with dancing dogs on the high-road! I"ve worn a foot-boy"s livery, and waited at table! I"ve been a common sailors"

cook, and a starving fisherman"s Jack-of-all-trades! What has a gentleman in your position in common with a man in mine? Can you take _me_ into the society at Thorpe Ambrose? Why, my very name would be a reproach to you. Fancy the faces of your new neighbors when their footmen announce Ozias Midwinter and Allan Armadale in the same breath!"

He burst into a harsh laugh, and repeated the two names again, with a scornful bitterness of emphasis which insisted pitilessly on the marked contrast between them.

Something in the sound of his laughter jarred painfully even on Allan"s easy nature. He raised himself on the deck and spoke seriously for the first time. "A joke"s a joke, Midwinter," he said, "as long as you don"t carry it too far. I remember your saying something of the same sort to me once before when I was nursing you in Somersetshire. You forced me to ask you if I deserved to be kept at arms-length by _you_ of all the people in the world. Don"t force me to say so again. Make as much fun of me as you please, old fellow, in any other way. _That_ way hurts me."

Simple as the words were, and simply as they had been spoken, they appeared to work an instant revolution in Midwinter"s mind. His impressible nature recoiled as from some sudden shock. Without a word of reply, he walked away by himself to the forward part of the ship. He sat down on some piled planks between the masts, and pa.s.sed his hand over his head in a vacant, bewildered way. Though his father"s belief in fatality was his own belief once more--though there was no longer the shadow of a doubt in his mind that the woman whom Mr. Brock had met in Somersetshire, and the woman who had tried to destroy herself in London, were one and the same--though all the horror that mastered him when he first read the letter from Wildbad had now mastered him again, Allan"s appeal to their past experience of each other had come home to his heart, with a force more irresistible than the force of his superst.i.tion itself. In the strength of that very superst.i.tion, he now sought the pretext which might encourage him to sacrifice every less generous feeling to the one predominant dread of wounding the sympathies of his friend. "Why distress him?" he whispered to himself. "We are not the end here: there is the Woman behind us in the dark. Why resist him when the mischief"s done, and the caution comes too late? What _is_ to be _will_ be. What have I to do with the future? and what has he?"

He went back to Allan, sat down by his side, and took his hand. "Forgive me," he said, gently; "I have hurt you for the last time." Before it was possible to reply, he s.n.a.t.c.hed up the whisky flask from the deck.

"Come!" he exclaimed, with a sudden effort to match his friend"s cheerfulness, "you have been trying the doctor"s medicine, why shouldn"t I?"

Allan was delighted. "This is something like a change for the better,"

he said; "Midwinter is himself again. Hark! there are the birds. Hail, smiling morn! smiling morn!" He sang the words of the glee in his old, cheerful voice, and clapped Midwinter on the shoulder in his old, hearty way. "How did you manage to clear your head of those confounded megrims?

Do you know you were quite alarming about something happening to one or other of us before we were out of this ship?"

"Sheer nonsense!" returned Midwinter, contemptuously. "I don"t think my head has ever been quite right since that fever; I"ve got a bee in my bonnet, as they say in the North. Let"s talk of something else. About those people you have let the cottage to? I wonder whether the agent"s account of Major Milroy"s family is to be depended on? There might be another lady in the household besides his wife and his daughter."

"Oho!" cried Allan, "_you"re_ beginning to think of nymphs among the trees, and flirtations in the fruit-garden, are you? Another lady, eh?

Suppose the major"s family circle won"t supply another? We shall have to spin that half-crown again, and toss up for which is to have the first chance with Miss Milroy."

For once Midwinter spoke as lightly and carelessly as Allan himself.

"No, no," he said, "the major"s landlord has the first claim to the notice of the major"s daughter. I"ll retire into the background, and wait for the next lady who makes her appearance at Thorpe Ambrose."

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