"Just, just! We can"t go out for a walk together but he shouts, "How do? Fine day, mates!" to the drivers of the hackney cabs across the promenade; and the joy of his life is to get up at seven in the morning and go down to the quay before breakfast to keep tally with a chalk for the fishermen counting their herrings out of the boats into the barrels."
"Not a bit changed, then, since he went away?" said Jenny, before the gla.s.s.
"Not a bit; and because I asked him to know his place, and if he is a gentleman to behave as a gentleman and speak as a gentleman and not make so easy with such as don"t respect him any the better for it, he turns on me and tells me I"ve only married him for his money."
"Dreadful!" said Jenny, fixing her fringe. "And is this the old sweetheart you have waited ten years for?"
"Indeed, it is."
"And now that he has come back and you"ve married him, he has parted from you in ten days?"
"Yes; and it will be the talk of the island--indeed it will."
"Shocking! And so he has left you here on your honeymoon without a penny to bless yourself?"
"Oh, for the matter of that, he fixed something on me before the wedding--a jointure, the advocates called it."
"Terrible! Let me see. He"s the one who sent you presents from America?"
"Oh; he piled presents enough on me. It"s the way of the men: the stingiest will do that. They like to think they"re such generous creatures. But let a poor woman count on it, and she"ll soon be wakened from her dream. "You married me for my money--deny it?""
"Fearful!"
Jenny was leaning her forehead against the window sash, and looking vacantly out on the bay. Nelly observed her a moment, stopped suddenly in the tale of her troubles, and said, in another voice, "Jenny Crow, I believe you are laughing at me. It"s always the way with you. You can take nothing seriously."
Jenny turned back to the room with a solemn face, and said, "Nellie, if you waited ten years for your husband, I suppose that he waited ten years for you."
"I suppose he did."
"And, if he is the same man as he was when he went away, I suppose his love is the same?"
"Then how _could_ he say such things?"
"And, if he is the same, and his love is the same, isn"t it possible that somebody else is different?"
"Now, Jenny Crow, you are going to say it"s all my fault?"
"Not all, Nelly. Something has come between you."
"It"s the money. Oh, Jenny, if you ever marry, marry a poor man, and then he can"t fling it in your face that you are poorer than he."
"No; it can"t be the money, Nelly, for the money is his, and yet it hasn"t changed him. And, Nelly, isn"t it a good thing in a rich man not to turn his back on his old poor comrades--not to think because he has been in the sun that people are black who are only in the shade--not to pretend to have altered his skin because his coat has changed--isn"t it?"
"I see what you mean. You mean that I"ve driven my husband away with my bad temper."
"No; not that; but Nelly--dear old Nell--think what you"re doing. Take warning from one who once made shipwreck of her own life. Think no man common who loves you--no matter what his ways are, or his manners, or his speech. Love makes the true n.o.bility. It enn.o.bles him who loves you and you who are beloved. Cling to it--prize it--do not throw it away.
Money can not buy it, nor fame nor rank atone for it. When a woman is loved she is a queen, and he who loves her is her king."
Mrs. Quiggin was weeping behind her hands by this time, but she lifted swollen eyes to say, "I see; you would have me go to him and submit, and explain, and beg his pardon. "Dear David, I didn"t marry you for your money----" No," leaping to her feet, "I"ll scrub my fingers to the bone first."
"But, Nelly----"
"Say no more, Jenny Crow, We"re hot-headed people, both of us, and we"ll quarrel."
Then Jenny"s solemn manner was gone in an instant. She snapped her fingers, kicked up one leg a little, and said lightly, "Very well; and now let us have some dinner,"----
Meantime Lovibond was hearing the other side of the story from Captain Davy at Forte Ann. On the way there he had heard of the separation from the boy, Willie Quarrie, a lugubrious Manx lad, eighteen years old, with a face as white as a haddock and as grim as a gannet.
"Aw, terr"ble doings, sir, terr"ble, terr"ble!" moaned Willie. "Young Mistress Quiggin ateing her heart out at Castle Mona, and Captain Davy hisself at Forte Ann over, drinking and tearing and carrying on till all"s blue."
Lovibond found Captain Davy in the smoke-room with a face as hard as a frozen turnip, one leg over the arm of an elbow chair, a church-warden pipe in his mouth, a gigantic gla.s.s of brandy and soda before him, and an admiring circle of the laziest riff-raff of the town about him. As soon as they were alone he said:
"But what"s this that your boy tells me, captain?"
"I"m foundered," said Davy, "broke, wrecked, the screw of my tide"s gone twisting on the rocks. I"m done, mate, I"m done."
Then he proceeded to recite the incidents of the quarrel, coloring them by the light of the numerous gla.s.ses with which he had covered his brain since morning.
""You"ve married me for my money," says I. "What else?" said she. "Then d------ the money," says I, "I"ll lave you till it"s gone." "Do it and welcome," says she, and I"m doing it, bad cess to it, I"m doing it.
But, stop this jaw. I swore to myself I wouldn"t spake of it to any man living. What d"ye drink? I"ve took to the brandy swig myself. Join in. Mate!" (this in a voice of thunder to the waiter at the end of the adjoining room) "brandy for the gentleman."
Lovibond waited a moment and then said quietly, "But whatever made you give her an ungenerous stab like that, captain?"
Davy looked up curiously and answered, "That"s just what I"ve tooken six big drinks to find out. But no use at all, and what"s left to do?"
"Why take it back?" said Lovibond.
"No, deng my b.u.t.tons if I will."
"Why not?"
""Cause it"s true."
Lovibond waited again, and then said in another voice, "And is this the little girl you used to tell of out yonder on the coast--Nessy, Nelly, Nell, what was it?"
Davy"s eyes began to fill, but his mouth remained firm. He cleared his throat noisily, shook the dust out of his pipe on to the heel of his boot, and said, "No--yes--no--Well, it is and it isn"t. It"s Nelly Kinvig, that"s sarten sure. But the juice of the woman"s sowl"s dried up."
"The little thing that used to know your rap at the kitchen window, and come tripping out like a bird chirping in the night, and go linking down the lane with you in the starlight?"
Davy broke the shaft of his churchwarden into small lengths, and flung the pieces out at the open window and said, "I darn"t say no."
"The one that stuck to you like wax when her father gave you the great bounce out--eh?"
Davy wriggled and spat, and then muttered, "You go bail."
"You have known her since you were children, haven"t you?"
Davy"s hard face thawed suddenly, and he said, "Ay, since she wore petticoats up to her knees, and I was a boy in a jacket, and we played hop-skotch in the haggard, and double-my-duck agen the cowhouse gable.