"I am sure you would."
"Then, my dear fellow, you must really take me a little more into your confidence, and let me help you," said Barker, in the tone of an injured man.
"Perhaps I ought," said Claudius.
"Then why will you not tell me what has happened now?"
"Because I won"t," said Claudius, turning sharply on Barker, and speaking in a voice that seemed to make the railings shake. He was evidently on the point of losing his temper, and Barker repented him too late of his attempt to extract the required information. Now he changed his tone.
"Excuse me, Claudius, I did not mean to offend you."
"You did not offend me at all, Barker. But please--do not ask me any more questions about it." Claudius was perfectly calm again.
"No indeed, my dear fellow, I would not think of it;--and I don"t seem to think that I should advise anybody else to," he added mentally. He made up his mind that it must be something very serious, or Claudius, who was so rarely excited, would hardly have behaved as he had done. He made a few remarks about the weather, which had certainly not improved since morning; and then, resolving that he would find out what was the matter before he was much older, he glided down the ladder and went aft.
Lady Victoria had disappeared, and her brother was trying to light a short black pipe.
"Duke," Barker began, "what the deuce is the matter with Claudius this morning?"
"Don"t know, I"m sure. My sister thinks it is very odd."
"Well, if you don"t know, I don"t either, but I can make a pretty good guess."
The Duke"s vesuvian was sputtering in the spray and wind, and he got a good light before he answered.
"I"ll take six to four he marries her, at all events."
"I don"t go in for playing it as low down as that on my friends," said Barker virtuously, "or I would take you in hundreds. You must be crazy.
Can"t you see he has shown up and is sold? Bah! it"s all over, as sure as you"re born."
"Think that"s it?" said the other, much interested. "You may be right.
Glad you would not bet, anyhow."
"Of course that"s it. The idiot has proposed to her here, on board, and she has refused him, and now he has to face the fury of the elements to keep out of her way."
"Upon my soul, it looks like it," said the Duke. "He won"t stay on the bridge much longer if this lasts, though."
"You had best ask your sister," answered Barker. "Women always know those things first. What do you say to a game? It is beastly dirty weather to be on the deck watch." And so they pushed forward to the smoking-room, just before the bridge, and settled themselves for the day with a pack of cards and a box of cigars.
As Margaret had not put in an appearance at breakfast, which was a late and solid meal on board, and as there was no other regular congregation of the party until dinner, for each one lunched as he or she pleased, it was clear that the Countess and Claudius would not be brought together until the evening. Margaret was glad of this for various reasons, some definable and others vague. She felt that she must have misjudged Claudius a little, and she was glad to see that her exhibition of displeasure on the previous night had been sufficient to keep him away.
Had he been as tactless as she had at first thought, he would surely have sought an early opportunity of speaking to her alone, and the rest of the party were so much used to seeing them spend their mornings together that such an opportunity would not have been lacking, had he wished it. And if he had misunderstood her words and manner--well, if he had not thought they were meant as a decisive check, he would have followed her there and then, last night, when she left him. She felt a little nervous about his future conduct, but for the present she was satisfied, and prepared herself for the inevitable meeting at dinner with a certain feeling of a.s.surance. "For," said she, "I do not love him in the least, and why should I be embarra.s.sed?"
Not so poor Claudius, who felt the blood leave his face and rush wildly to his heart, as he entered the saloon where the party were sitting down to dinner. The vessel was rolling heavily, for the sea was running high under the north-easter, and dinner would be no easy matter. He knew he must sit next to her and help her under all the difficulties that arise under the circ.u.mstances. It would have been easy, too, for them both to see that the eyes of the other four were upon them, had either of them suspected it. Claudius held himself up to the full of his great height and steadied every nerve of his body for the meeting. Margaret belonged to the people who do not change colour easily, and when she spoke, even the alert ear of Mr. Barker opposite could hardly detect the faintest change of tone. And yet she bore the burden of it, for she spoke first.
"How do you do, Dr. Claudius?"
"Thank you, well. I was sorry to hear you had a headache to-day. I hope you are better."
"Thanks, yes; much better." They all sat down, and it was over.
The conversation was at first very disjointed, and was inclined to turn on small jokes about the difficulty of dining at an angle of forty-five degrees. The weather was certainly much heavier than it had been in the morning, and the Duke feared they would have a longer pa.s.sage than they had expected, but added that they would be better able to judge to-morrow at twelve. Claudius and Margaret exchanged a few sentences, with tolerable tact and indifference; but, for some occult reason, Mr.
Barker undertook to be especially lively and amusing, and after the dinner was somewhat advanced he launched out into a series of stories and anecdotes which served very well to pa.s.s the time and to attract notice to himself. As Mr. Barker was generally not very talkative at table, though frequently epigrammatic, his sudden eloquence was calculated to engage the attention of the party. Claudius and Margaret were glad of the rattling talk that delivered them from the burden of saying anything especial, and they both laughed quite naturally at Barker"s odd wit. They were grateful to him for what he did, and Claudius entertained some faint hope that he might go on in the same strain for the rest of the voyage. But Margaret pondered these things.
She saw quickly that Barker had perceived that some embarra.s.sment existed, and was spending his best strength in trying to make the meal a particularly gay one. But she could not understand how Barker could have found out that there was any difficulty. Had Claudius been making confidences? It would have been very foolish for him to do so, and besides, Claudius was not the man to make confidences. He was reticent and cold as a rule, and Barker had more than once confessed to the Countess that he knew very little of Claudius"s previous history, because the latter "never talked," and would not always answer questions. So she came to the conclusion that Barker only suspected something, because the Doctor had not been with her during the day. And so she laughed, and Claudius laughed, and they were well satisfied to pay their social obolus in a little well-bred and well-a.s.sumed hilarity.
So the dinner progressed, in spite of the rolling and pitching; for there was a good deal of both, as the sea ran diagonally to the course, breaking on the starboard quarter. They had reached the dessert, and two at least of the party were congratulating themselves on the happy termination of the meal, when, just as the Duke was speaking, there was a heavy lurch, and a tremendous sea broke over their heads. Then came a fearful whirring sound that shook through every plate and timber and bulkhead, like the sudden running down of mammoth clock-work, lasting some twenty seconds; then everything was quiet again save the sea, and the yacht rolled heavily to and fro.
Every one knew that there had been a serious accident, but no one moved from the table. The Duke sat like a rock in his place and finished what he was saying, though no one noticed it. Miss Skeat clutched her silver fruit-knife till her knuckles shone again, and she set her teeth. Mr.
Barker, who had a gla.s.s of wine in the "fiddle" before him, took it out when the sea struck and held it up steadily to save it from being spilled; and Lady Victoria, who was not the least ashamed of being startled, cried out--
"Goodness gracious!" and then sat holding to the table and looking at her brother.
Margaret and Claudius were sitting next each other on one side of the table. By one of those strange, sympathetic instincts, that only manifest themselves in moments of great danger, they did the same thing at the same moment. Claudius put out his left hand and Margaret her right, and those two hands met just below the table and clasped each other, and in that instant each turned round to the other and looked the other in the face. What that look told man knoweth not, but for one instant there was nothing in the world for Margaret but Claudius. As for him, poor man, he had long known that she was the whole world to him, his life and his death.
It was very short, and Margaret quickly withdrew her hand and looked away. The Duke was the first to speak.
"I do not think it is anything very serious," said he. "If you will all sit still, I will go and see what is the matter." He rose and left the saloon.
"I don"t fancy there is any cause for anxiety," said Barker. "There has probably been some slight accident to the machinery, and we shall be off again in an hour. I think we ought to compliment the ladies on the courage they have shown; it is perfectly wonderful." And Mr. Barker smiled gently round the table. Lady Victoria was palpably scared and Miss Skeat was silent. As for Margaret, she was confused and troubled.
The accident of her seizing Claudius"s hand, as she had done, was a thousand times more serious than any accident to the ship. The Doctor could not help stealing a glance at her, but he chimed in with Barker in praising the coolness of all three ladies. Presently the Duke came back.
He had been forward by a pa.s.sage that led between decks to the engine-room, where he had met the captain. The party felt rea.s.sured as the ruddy face of their host appeared in the doorway.
"There is nothing to fear," he said cheerfully. "But it is a horrid nuisance, all the same."
"Tell us all about it," said Lady Victoria.
"Well--we have lost our means of locomotion. We have carried away our propeller."
"What are you going to do about it?" asked Barker.
"Do? There is nothing to be done. We must sail for it. I am dreadfully sorry."
"It is not your fault," said Claudius.
"Well, I suppose not. It happens even to big steamers."
"And shall we sail all the way to New York?" asked his sister, who was completely rea.s.sured. "I think it will be lovely." Miss Skeat also thought sailing much more poetic than steaming.
"I think we must hold a council of war," said the master. "Let us put it to the vote. Shall we make for Bermuda, which is actually nearer, but which is four or five days" from New York, or shall we go straight and take our chance of a fair wind?"
"If you are equally willing to do both, why not let the ladies decide?"
suggested Barker.
"Oh no," broke in the Countess, "it will be much more amusing to vote.
We will write on slips of paper and put them in a bag."
"As there are five of you I will not vote," said the Duke, "for we might be three on a side, you know."
So they voted, and there were three votes for New York and two for Bermuda.
"New York has it," said the Duke, who counted, "and I am glad, on the whole, for it is Sturleson"s advice." Barker had voted for New York, and he wondered who the two could have been who wanted to go to Bermuda.