"Stop there!" said Shoni, taking a step forward, and thrusting his brawny arm protectingly over the girl"s bent head. "Stop there! Use as many bad words as you like, Essec Powell, but if you dare to touch her with a finger, I"ll show you who is the real master here."
"She is a deceitful creature, and has brought shame and dishonour on my name!" stammered the old man. "Am I, a minister of religion, any longer to harbour in my house such a huzzy? _No_; out you go, madam!
Not another night under my roof!"
"Will you send her out at this late hour?" said Shoni. "Where is she to go?"
"I don"t care where she goes! She has plenty of money--money that ought to belong to me. Let her go where she likes, and let her reap the harvest that her conduct deserves. Remember, when I come back from chapel to-night I will expect the house to be cleared of you."
Valmai rose wearily from the table, and went up the stairs to her own room, where she hastily gathered a few things together into a light basket, her heavier things she had packed some time before in readiness for some such sudden departure as this.
Meanwhile, in the parlour below the st.u.r.dy Shoni faced his irate master.
"Man," he said, "are you not ashamed of yourself?"
"How dare you speak to me in that tone?" said the old man. "Because I owe you two or three hundred pounds you forget your position here."
"No," said Shoni, "I don"t forget, and I"ll remind you sooner than you think if you don"t behave yourself! Man! you haven"t learnt the ABC of religion, though you are a "preacher." Christ never taught you that way of treating a fallen woman. Shame upon you! And your own brother"s child! But I"ll see she"s taken care of, poor thing! And the villain who has brought this misery upon her shall feel the weight of this fist if ever he returns to this country; but he won"t; he has got safe away, and she has to bear the shame, poor thing! Wait till I tell the "Vicare du" what I think of his precious son."
"The "Vicare du"?" said the old man, turning white with rage. "Do you mean to say that his son has been the cause of this disgrace? I"ll thrash her within an inch of her life!" and he made a rush towards the door.
"Sit down," said Shoni, taking him by the arm and pushing him back into his easy-chair, "sit down, and calm yourself, before you stand up and preach and pray for other people. Tis for yourself you ought to pray."
"True, Shoni, true. I am a miserable sinner like the rest, but don"t let me see that girl again."
"Put her out of your thoughts," said Shoni; "I"ll see to her." And as Valmai came silently down the stairs, he opened the front door for her, and quietly took her basket from her.
"Well, howyr bach!" said Gwen, looking after them, "there"s attentions!
We"d better all walk in the wrong path!" and she banged the door spitefully, and returned to the parlour to arrange her master"s tea.
"And, now, where are you going to, my dear?" said Shoni kindly. "Will you come to Abersethin? Jane, my sister, will give you lodgings; she is keeping a shop there."
"No, no, Shoni," said the girl, "you are kind, indeed, and I will never forget your kindness; but I will go to Nance, on the island; she will take me in, I know."
"Will she?" said Shoni. "Then you could not go to a better place.
"Tis such lonesome place, the pipple will forget you there."
"Oh, I hope so," said Valmai; "that is all I desire."
"The tide will be down. We can get there easy, only "tis very cold for you."
"No, I like the fresh night-wind."
"Well, my dear," said Shoni, "I daresay your uncle will be shamed of himself to-morrow, and will be wanting you to kom back. I will bring the gig for you; "tis a long walk."
"No, never, Shoni; I will never go back there again, so don"t bring the gig for me; but if you will kindly send my big box to the Rock Bridge, I will send somebody across for it."
""S" no need for you to do that. I will take it down to the sh.o.r.e on the whilbare and row it over in Simon Lewis"s boat. I will kom before dawn tomorrow, then no one will know where you are. I"ll put it out on the rocks before Nance"s house and carry it up to her door."
"Thank you, thank you, Shoni; but wouldn"t tonight be better?"
"Oh, no; Sunday to-night," said Shoni, in quite another tone.
He waited until he saw Nance"s door opened in response to Valmai"s timid knock, and then made his way back over the Rock Bridge at once before the tide turned.
When Nance opened her door and saw the figure of a woman standing there, she was at first surprised, for the dress struck her at once as not being that of a peasant.
"Nance, fach! it is I!" said Valmai. "You will let me in?"
"Let you in! yes, indeed. Haven"t I been longing to see you all day!
Come in, my child, from this bitter wind; come in and get warm. I see you have brought your basket, that means you are going to stay the night. Right glad I am. You will have the little bed in the corner.
Keep your red cloak on, dear little heart, because the wind is blowing in cold here at nights, and you have been used to warm rooms. I am well used to cold, and sickness, and discomfort."
"But, Nance--" and then the terrible revelation had to be made, the truth had to be told, and then the loving arms were clasped round the sorrowful girl, and words of comfort and hope were whispered into her ear. No reproaches, no cruel taunts here; nothing but the warmth of human sympathy, and the loving forgiveness of a tender pure woman.
In the early dawn, while Valmai still slept, Shoni"s "yo-hoy!" was heard from the rocks, through which he was guiding his boat. Nance opened her door, and, in the gray of the morning, the "big box" was brought in and safely deposited in the tiny bedroom, which it nearly filled.
"Good-bye," said Shoni. "Take care of her, and if she wants anything get it for her, and remember I will pay you." And he rowed away, and was busily ploughing when Gwen went out to milk the cows in the morning.
"Where is she gone?" she asked. "That shameful girl."
"Gone away," said Shoni shortly, and Gwen knew it was useless trying to get anything more out of him.
Thus Valmai slipped quietly out of her old life, though for some time she was the subject of much gossip in the neighbourhood.
It was not long before Shoni found an opportunity of speaking to the Vicar, and as he saw the effect of his tidings upon the cold, hard man, a feeling of pity stirred within him.
"Is this all news to you?" he said. "Didn"t you know that your son was haunting the footsteps of this innocent girl, to bring her to ruin?"
"Had I known," said the Vicar, in a stern voice, "that my son held any communication with the Methodist preacher"s family, however innocent it might be, I would have closed my doors against him."
"Where is he?" asked Shoni, clenching his fist.
"I don"t know," said the Vicar, turning away.
Shoni called after him, "When he comes back he"ll feel the weight of this fist, if it"s twenty years to come."
[1] Society meeting.
CHAPTER XIII.
"THE BABIES" CORNER."
A glorious summer was once more brooding over sea and land, when one morning, in Nance"s cottage, a feeble wail was heard; a sound which brought a flood of happiness to Valmai, for nothing could wholly crush the joyous welcome of a mother"s heart. For a little while the past months of sorrow and weariness were forgotten. The bitter disappointment caused by Cardo"s silence, lying deep below the surface, was of so mysterious a nature that she scarcely found words to express it even to herself. That he was false, that he had forgotten her, never entered her mind. Some dire misfortune had befallen him; some cruel fate detained him. Was it sickness? Was it death? There was nothing for her but to bear and to wait; and G.o.d had sent this tiny messenger of love to help and comfort her in her weary waiting. She still believed that Cardo would return; he had promised, and if he were living he would keep his promise--of this she felt certain. Secure from the sneers and scornful glances of the world, alone in Nance"s cottage, her heart awoke afresh to the interests of life. Her baby boy was bright and strong, and she watched with delight his growing likeness to Cardo; the black hair, the black eyes, and the curve on the rosebud mouth, which reminded her so much of his smile. Nance wondered much at the girl"s cheerfulness, and sometimes felt it her duty to remind her, by look or tone, of the sorrow connected with her child"s birth.