"Can"t you let her see that her attentions are undesirable?" inquired Hardy, gravely.
"Can"t you let her see that her attentions are undesirable?"
"I can"t be rude to a woman," said the steward, with a melancholy smile; "if I could, my life would ha" been very different. She"s always stepping across to ask my advice about Teddy, or something o" that sort. All last week she kept borrowing my frying-pan, so at last by way of letting "er see I didn"t like it I went out and bought "er one for herself. What"s the result? Instead o" being offended she went out and bought me a couple o" neck-ties. When I didn"t wear "em she pretended it was because I didn"t like the colour, and she went and bought two more. I"m wearing one now."
He shook his head ruefully, and Hardy glanced at a tie which would have paled the glories of a rainbow. For some time they walked along in silence.
"I"m going to pay my respects to Cap"n Nugent this afternoon," said Mr. Wilks, suddenly.
"Ah," said the other.
"I knew what it "ud be with them two on the same ship," continued Mr. Wilks. "I didn"t say nothing when you was talking to Miss Kate, but I knew well enough."
"Ah," said Hardy again. There was no mistaking the significance of the steward"s remarks, and he found them somewhat galling. It was all very well to make use of his humble friend, but he had no desire to discuss his matrimonial projects with him.
"It"s a great pity," pursued the unconscious Mr. Wilks, "just as everything seemed to be going on smoothly; but while there"s life there"s "ope."
"That"s a smart barge over there," said Hardy, pointing it out.
Mr. Wilks nodded. "I shall keep my eyes open this afternoon," he said rea.s.suringly. "And if I get a chance of putting in a word it"ll be put in. Twenty-nine years I sailed with the cap"n, and if there"s anybody knows his weak spots it"s me."
He stopped as they reached the town and said "good-bye." He pressed the young man"s hand sympathetically, and a wink of intense artfulness gave point to his last remark.
"There"s always Sam Wilks"s cottage," he said, in a husky whisper; "and if two of "is friends should "appen to meet there, who"d be the wiser?"
He gazed benevolently after the young man"s retreating figure and continued his stroll, his own troubles partly forgotten in the desire to a.s.sist his friends. It would be a notable feat for the humble steward to be the means of bringing the young people together and thereby bringing to an end the feud of a dozen years. He pictured himself eventually as the trusted friend and adviser of both families, and in one daring flight of fancy saw himself hobn.o.bbing with the two captains over pipes and whisky.
Neatly dressed and carrying a small offering of wallflowers, he set out that afternoon to call on his old master, giving, as he walked, the last touches to a little speech of welcome which he had prepared during dinner. It was a happy effort, albeit a trifle laboured, but Captain Nugent"s speech, the inspiration of the moment, gave it no chance.
He started the moment the bowing Mr. Wilks entered the room, his voice rising gradually from low, bitter tones to a hurricane note which Bella. could hear in the kitchen without even leaving her chair. Mr. Wilks stood dazed and speechless before him, holding the wallflowers in one hand and his cap in the other. In this att.i.tude he listened to a description of his character drawn with the loving skill of an artist whose whole heart was in his work, and who seemed never tired of filling in details.
"If you ever have the hardihood to come to my house again," he concluded, "I"ll break every bone in your misshapen body. Get!"
Mr. Wilks turned and groped his way to the door. Then he went a little way back with some idea of defending himself, but the door of the room was slammed in his face. He walked slowly down the path to the road and stood there for some time in helpless bewilderment. In all his sixty years of life his feelings had never been so outraged. His cap was still in his hand, and, with a helpless gesture, he put it on and scattered his floral offering in the road. Then he made a bee-line for the Two Schooners.
Though convivial by nature and ever free with his money, he sat there drinking alone in silent misery. Men came and went, but he still sat there noting with mournful pride the attention caused by his unusual bearing. To casual inquiries he shook his head; to more direct ones he only sighed heavily and applied himself to his liquor. Curiosity increased with numbers as the day wore on, and the steward, determined to be miserable, fought manfully against an ever-increasing cheerfulness due to the warming properties of the ale within.
"I "ope you ain"t lost n.o.body, Sam?" said a discomfited inquirer at last.
Mr. Wilks shook his head.
"You look as though you"d lost a shilling and found a ha"penny," pursued the other.
"Found a what?" inquired Mr. Wilks, wrinkling his forehead.
"A ha"penny," said his friend.
"Who did?" said Mr. Wilks.
The other attempted to explain and was ably a.s.sisted by two friends, but without avail; the impression left on Mr. Wilks"s mind being that somebody had got a shilling of his. He waxed exceeding bitter, and said that he had been missing shillings for a long time.
"You"re labourin" under a mistake, Sam," said the first speaker.
Mr. Wilks laughed scornfully and essayed a sneer, while his friends, regarding his contortions with some anxiety, expressed a fear that he was not quite himself. To this suggestion the steward deigned no reply, and turning to the landlord bade him replenish his mug.
"You"ve "ad enough, Mr. Wilks," said that gentleman, who had been watching him for some time.
Mr. Wilks, gazing at him mistily, did not at first understand the full purport of this remark; but when he did, his wrath was so majestic and his remarks about the quality of the brew so libellous that the landlord lost all patience.
"You get off home," he said, sharply.
"Listen t" me," said Mr. Wilks, impressively.
"I don"t want no words with you," said the land-lord. "You get off home while you can."
"That"s right, Sam," said one of the company, putting his hand on the steward"s arm. "You take his advice."
Mr. Wilks shook the hand off and eyed his adviser ferociously. Then he took a gla.s.s from the counter and smashed it on the floor. The next moment the bar was in a ferment, and the landlord, gripping Mr. Wilks round the middle, skilfully piloted him to the door and thrust him into the road.
The strong air blowing from the sea disordered the steward"s faculties still further. His treatment inside was forgotten, and, leaning against the front of the tavern, he stood open-mouthed, gazing at marvels. Ships in the harbour suddenly quitted their native element and were drawn up into the firmament; n.o.body pa.s.sed but twins.
"Evening, Mr. Wilks," said a voice.
The steward peered down at the voice. At first he thought it was another case of twins, but looking close he saw that it was Mr. Edward Silk alone. He saluted him graciously, and then, with a wave of his hand toward the sky, sought to attract his attention to the ships there.
"Yes," said the unconscious Mr. Silk, sign of a fine day to-morrow. "Are you going my way?"
Mr. Wilks smiled, and detaching himself from the tavern with some difficulty just saved Mr. Silk from a terrible fall by clutching him forcibly round the neck. The ingrat.i.tude of Mr. Silk was a rebuff to a nature which was at that moment overflowing with good will. For a moment the steward was half inclined to let him go home alone, but the reflection that he would never get there softened him.
"Pull yourself t"gether," he said, gravely, "Now, "old on me."
The road, as they walked, rose up in imitation of the shipping, but Mr. Wilks knew now the explanation: Teddy Silk was intoxicated. Very gently he leaned towards the erring youth and wagged his head at him.
"Are you going to hold up or aren"t you?" demanded Mr. Silk, shortly.
The steward waived the question; he knew from experience the futility of arguing with men in drink. The great thing was to get Teddy Silk home, not to argue with him. He smiled good-temperedly to himself, and with a sudden movement pinned him up against the wall in time to arrest another fall.
With frequent halts by the way, during which the shortness of Mr. Silk"s temper furnished Mr. Wilks with the texts of several sermons, none of which he finished, they at last reached Fullalove Alley, and the steward, with a brief exhortation to his charge to hold his head up, bore down on Mrs. Silk, who was sitting in her doorway.
"I"ve brought "im "ome," he said, steadying himself against the doorpost; "brought "im "ome."
"Brought "im "ome?" said the bewildered Mrs. Silk.
"Don" say anything to "im," entreated Mr. Wilks, "my sake. Thing might "appen anybody."
"He"s been like that all the way," said Mr. Silk, regarding the steward with much disfavour. "I don"t know why I troubled about him, I"m sure."
"Crowd roun "im," pursued the imaginative Mr. Wilks. ""Old up, Teddy."