"I"m sure it"s very kind of you, Mr. Wilks," said the widow, as she glanced at a little knot of neighbours standing near. "Will you come inside for a minute or two?"
She moved the chair to let him pa.s.s, and Mr. Wilks, still keeping the restraining hand of age on the shoulder of intemperate youth, pa.s.sed in and stood, smiling amiably, while Mrs. Silk lit the lamp and placed it in the centre of the table, which was laid for supper. The light shone on a knuckle of boiled pork, a home-made loaf, and a fresh-cut wedge of cheese.
"I suppose you won"t stay and pick a bit o" sup-per with us?" said Mrs. Silk.
"Why not?" inquired Mr. Wilks.
"I"m sure, if I had known," said Mrs. Silk, as she piloted him to a seat, "I"d "ave "ad something nice. There, now! If I "aven"t been and forgot the beer."
She left the table and went into the kitchen, and Mr. Wilks"s eyes glistened as she returned with a large brown jug full of foaming ale and filled his gla.s.s.
"Teddy mustn"t "ave any," he said, sharply, as she prepared to fill that gentleman"s gla.s.s.
"Just "alf a gla.s.s," she said, winsomely.
"Not a drop," said Mr. Wilks, firmly.
Mrs. Silk hesitated, and s.c.r.e.w.i.n.g up her forehead glanced significantly at her son. ""Ave some by-and-by," she whispered.
"Give me the jug," said Mr. Silk, indignantly. "What are you listening to "im for? Can"t you see what"s the matter with "im?"
"Not to "ave it," said Mr. Wilks; "put it "ere."
He thumped the table emphatically with his hand, and before her indignant son could interfere Mrs. Silk had obeyed. It was the last straw. Mr. Edward Silk rose to his feet with tremendous effect and, first thrusting his plate violently away from him, went out into the night, slamming the door behind him with such violence that the startled Mr. Wilks was nearly blown out of his chair.
"He don"t mean nothing," said Mrs. Silk, turning a rather scared face to the steward. ""E"s a bit jealous of you, I s"pose."
Mr. Wilks shook his head. Truth to tell, he was rather at a loss to know exactly what had happened.
"And then there"s "is love affair," sighed Mrs. Silk. "He"ll never get over the loss of Amelia Kybird. I always know when "e "as seen her, he"s that miserable there"s no getting a word out of "im."
Mr. Wilks smiled vaguely and went on with his supper, and, the meal finished, allowed himself to be installed in an easy-chair, while his hostess cleared the table. He sat and smoked in high good humour with himself, the occasional remarks he made being received with an enthusiasm which they seldom provoked elsewhere.
"I should like t" sit "ere all night," he said, at last.
"I don"t believe it," said Mrs. Silk, playfully.
"Like t" sit "ere all night," repeated Mr. Wilks, somewhat sternly. "All nex" day, all day after, day after that, day----"
Mrs. Silk eyed him softly. "Why would you like to sit here all that time?" she inquired, in a low voice.
"B"cause," said Mr. Wilks, simply, "b"cause I don"t feel"s if I can stand. Goo"-night."
He closed his eyes on the indignant Mrs. Silk and fell fast asleep. It was a sound sleep and dreamless, and only troubled by the occasional ineffectual attempts of his hostess to arouse him. She gave up the attempt at last, and taking up a pair of socks sat working thoughtfully the other side of the fire-place.
The steward awoke an hour or two later, and after what seemed a terrible struggle found himself standing at the open door with the cold night air blowing in his face, and a voice which by an effort of memory he identified as that of Edward Silk inviting him "to go home and lose no time about it." Then the door slammed behind him and he stood balancing himself with some difficulty on the step, wondering what had happened. By the time he had walked up and down the deserted alley three or four times light was vouchsafed to him and, shivering slightly, he found his own door and went to bed.
CHAPTER XIX
Any hopes which Hardy might have entertained as to the att.i.tude of Miss Nugent were dispelled the first time he saw her, that dutiful daughter of a strong-willed sire favouring him with a bow which was exactly half an inch in depth and then promptly bestowing her gaze elsewhere. He pa.s.sed Captain Nugent next day, and for a week afterwards he had only to close his eyes to see in all its appalling virulence the glare with which that gentleman had acknowledged his attempt at recognition.
He fared no better in Fullalove Alley, a visit to Mr. Wilks eliciting the fact that that delectable thoroughfare had been put out of bounds for Miss Nugent. Moreover, Mr. Wilks was full of his own troubles and anxious for any comfort and advice that could be given to him. All the alley knew that Mrs. Silk had quarrelled with her son over the steward, and, without knowing the facts, spoke their mind with painful freedom concerning them.
"She and Teddy don"t speak to each other now," said Mr. Wilks, gloomily, "and to "ear people talk you"d think it was my fault."
Hardy gave him what comfort he could. He even went the length of saying that Mrs. Silk was a fine woman.
"She acts like a suffering martyr," exclaimed Mr. Wilks. "She comes over "ere dropping hints that people are talking about us, and that they ask "er awkward questions. Pretending to misunderstand "er every time is enough to send me crazy; and she"s so sudden in what she says there"s no being up to "er. On"y this morning she asked me if I should be sorry if she died."
"What did you say?" inquired his listener.
"I said "yes,"" admitted Mr. Wilks, reluctantly. "I couldn"t say anything else; but I said that she wasn"t to let my feelings interfere with "er in any way."
Hardy"s father sailed a day or two later, and after that nothing happened. Equator Lodge was an impregnable fortress, and the only member of the garrison he saw in a fortnight was Bella.
His depression did not escape the notice of his partner, who, after first advising love-philtres and then a visit to a well-known specialist for diseases of the heart, finally recommended more work, and put a generous portion of his own on to the young man"s desk. Hardy, who was in an evil temper, pitched it on to the floor and, with a few incisive remarks on levity unbecoming to age, pursued his duties in gloomy silence.
A short time afterwards, however, he had to grapple with his partner"s work in real earnest. For the first time in his life the genial shipbroker was laid up with a rather serious illness. A chill caught while bathing was going the round of certain unsuspected weak spots, and the patient, who was of an inquiring turn of mind, was taking a greater interest in medical works than his doctor deemed advisable.
"Most interesting study," he said, faintly, to Hardy, as the latter sat by his bedside one evening and tried to cheer him in the usual way by telling him that there was nothing the matter with him. "There are dozens of different forms of liver complaint alone, and I"ve got "em all."
"Liver isn"t much," said his visitor, with the confidence of youth.
"Mine is," retorted the invalid; "it"s twice its proper size and still growing. Base of the left lung is solidifying, or I"m much mistaken; the heart, instead of waltzing as is suitable to my time of life, is doing a galop, and everything else is as wrong as it can be."
"When are you coming back?" inquired the other.
"Back?" repeated Swann. "Back? You haven"t been listening. I"m a wreck. All through violating man"s primeval instinct by messing about in cold water. What is the news?"
Hardy pondered and shook his head. "Nugent is going to be married in July," he said, at last.
"He"d better have had that trip on the whaler," commented Mr. Swann; "but that is not news. Nathan Smith told it me this morning."
"Nathan Smith?" repeated the other, in surprise.
"I"ve done him a little service," said the invalid. "Got him out of a mess with Garth and Co. He"s been here two or three times, and I must confess I find him a most alluring rascal."
"Birds of a feather--" began Hardy, superciliously.
"Don"t flatter me," said Swann, putting his hand out of the bed-clothes with a deprecatory gesture.
"I am not worthy to sit at his feet. He is the most amusing knave on the coast. He is like a sunbeam in a sick room when you can once get him to talk of his experiences. Have you seen young Nugent lately? Does he seem cheerful?"
"Yes, but he is not," was the reply.