There had come a bite of sudden fire at my heart, and I shuddered with a dreadful knowledge, like the captain of an unarmed ship, who, while the unconscious landsmen on board are gaily scrutinising a sail that like a speck has appeared on the horizon, shudders with the knowledge of what the speck is, and hears in imagination the yells, and sees the knives, of the Lascar pirates just starting in pursuit.
As I took in the import of those innocent words, falling from Winifred"s bright lips, falling as unconsciously as water-drops over a coral reef in tropical seas alive with the eyes of a thousand sharks, my skin seemed to roughen with dread, and my hair began to stir.
At first she resisted my movement, but looking in my eyes and seeing that something had deeply disturbed me, she let me kiss her. "What did you say, Henry?"
"That I love you so, Winnie, and cannot let you go just yet."
"What a dear fellow it is!" she said; "and all this ado about a poor girl with scarcely shoes to her feet." Then, after an instant"s pause, she said: "But I thought you said something very different. I thought you said something about a curse, and _that_ scared me."
"Scared Winifred!" I said. "Fancy anything scaring Winnie, who threatens to hit people when they offend her."
"Ah! but I am scared," said she, "at things from the other world, and especially at a curse."
"Why, what do you know about curses, Winifred?"
"Oh, a good deal. I have never forgotten that shriek of a cursed spirit which I heard at the Swallow Falls. And only a short time ago Sinfi Lovell nearly frightened me to death by a story of a whole Gypsy tribe having withered, one after the other--grandfathers, fathers, and children--through a dead man"s curse. But what is the matter with you, Henry? You surely have turned very pale!"
"Well, Winnie," said I, "I _am_ a little, just a little faint. After the funeral I could take no dinner. But it will he over in a minute.
Let us go back a few yards and sit down upon the dry sand, and have a little more chat."
We went and sat down, and my heart slowly resumed its function.
"Let me see, Winnie, what were we talking about? About rubies and diamonds, I think, were we not? You said that when your father bade you come out for a walk to-night, he had just been talking about rubies and diamonds. What was he saying about them, Winnie? But come and lay your head here while you tell me; lay it on my breast, Winnie, as you used to do in Graylingham Wood, and on these same sands."
Evidently the earnestness of my manner and the suppressed pa.s.sion in my voice drove out of her mind all her wise saws about the perils of wealth and all her wise determinations about the postponed betrothal, for she came and sat by my side and laid her head upon my breast.
"Yes. like _that_," I said; "and now tell me what your father was saying about precious stones; for I, too, take an interest in jewels, and have a great knowledge of them."
"My father," said Winifred, "is going to have some diamonds and rubies given to him to-night by a friend of his, a sailor, who has come from India, and I am to go to London to-morrow to sell some of them; for you know, dear, we are very poor. That is why I am determined to go back to Shire-Carnarvon and see if I can get a situation as governess. Miss Dalrymple"s recommendation will be of great aid. Poverty afflicts father more than it afflicts most people, and the rubies and diamonds and things will be of no use to us, you know."
I could make her no answer.
"It seems a very strange kind of present from my father"s friend,"
she continued, meditatively; "but it is a very kind one for all that.
But, Henry, you surely are still very unwell; your heart is thumping underneath my ear like a fire-engine."
"They are all love-thumps for Winifred," I said, with pretended jocosity; "they are all love-thumps for my Winnie."
"But of course," said she, "this is quite a secret about the precious stones. My father enjoined me to tell no one, because the temptation to people is so great, and the cottage might be robbed, or I might be waylaid going to London. But of course I may tell you; he never thought of _you_."
"No, Winnie, he never thought of me. You are very fond of him; very fond of your father, are you not?"
"Oh yes," said she, "I love him more than all the world--next to you."
"Then he is kind to you, Winnie?" "Ye--yes, as kind as he can be--considering--"
"Considering what, Winnie?"
"Considering that he"s often--unwell, you know."
"Winnie." I said, as I gazed in the innocent eyes, "whom are you considered to be the most like, your father or your mother?"
"I never knew my mother, but I am said to be partly like her. Why do you ask?"
"Only an idle question. You love me, Winnie?"
"What a question!"
"And you will do what I ask you to do, if I ask you very earnestly, Winnie?"
"Certumly," said Winifred, giving, with a forced laugh, the lisp with which that word had been given on a now famous occasion.
"Well, Winifred, I told you that I feel an interest in precious stones, and have some knowledge of them. There are certain stones to which I have the greatest antipathy: diamonds and rubies are the chief of these.
Now I want you to promise that diamonds and rubies and beryls shall never touch these fingers, these dear fingers, Winnie, which are mine, you know; they are mine now," and I drew the smooth nails slowly along my lips. "You are mine now, every bit."
"Every bit," said Winifred, but she looked perplexed.
She saw, however, by my face that, for some reason or other, I was deeply in earnest. She gave the promise. And I knew at least that those fingers would not be polluted, come what would. As to her going to London with the spoil, I knew how to prevent that.
But what course of action was I now to take? At this very moment perhaps Winifred"s father was violating my father"s tomb, unless indeed the crime might even yet he prevented. There was one hope, however. The drunken scoundrel whose daughter was my world I knew to be a procrastinator in everything. His crime might, even yet, be only a crime in intent; and, if so, I could prevent it easily enough. My first business was to hurry to the church, and, if not yet too late, keep guard over the tomb. But to achieve this I must get quit of Winifred without a moment"s delay. Now Winifred"s most direct path to the cottage was the path I myself must take to the church, the gangway behind Flinty Point. Yet _she_ must not pa.s.s the church with me, lest an encounter with her father should take place. There was thus but one course open. I must induce her to take the gangway behind the other point of the cove; and how was this to be compa.s.sed?
That was what I was racking my brain about.
"Winifred," I said at last, as we sat and looked at the sea, "I begin to fear we must be moving."
She started up, vexed that the hint to move had come from me.
"The fact is," I said, "I particularly want to go into the old church."
"Into the old church to-night?" said Winifred, with a look of astonishment and alarm that I could not understand.
"Yes; something was left undone there this afternoon at the funeral, and I must go at once. But why do you look so alarmed?"
"Oh, don"t go into the old church to-night," said Winifred.
I stood and looked at her, puzzled and strangely disturbed.
"Henry," said she, "I know you will think me very foolish, but I have not yet got over the fright that shriek gave me, the shriek we both heard the moment before the landslip. That shriek was not a noise made by the rending of trees, Henry. No, no; we both know better than that, Henry."
I gave a start; for, try as I would, I had not really succeeded in persuading myself that what I had heard was anything but a human voice in terror or in pain.
"What do you think the noise was, then?" said I.
"I don"t know; but I know what I felt as it came shuddering along the sand, and then went wailing over the sea."
"What did you feel, Winnie?"
"My heart stood still, for it seemed to me to be the call from the grave."
"The call from the grave! and pray what is that? I feel how sadly my education has been neglected."