"You see how quiet and peaceful it lies before us, and you know what an awful sight of power without pity it might be, this very night!"
"Yes!"
"But if you had never heard or seen it, or heard of it in its cruelty, could you believe that it beats every inanimate thing in its way to pieces, without mercy, and destroys life without remorse?"
"You terrify me, sir, by these questions!"
"To save you, young lady, to save you! For G.o.d"s sake, collect your strength and collect your firmness! If you were here alone, and hemmed in by the rising tide on the flow to fifty feet above your head, you could not be in greater danger than the danger you are now to be saved from."
The figure on the sand was spun out, and straggled off into a crooked little jerk that ended at the cliff very near us.
"As I am, before Heaven and the Judge of all mankind, your friend, and your dead sister"s friend, I solemnly entreat you, Miss Niner, without one moment"s loss of time, to come to this gentleman with me!"
If the little carriage had been less near to us, I doubt if I could have got her away; but it was so near that we were there before she had recovered the hurry of being urged from the rock. I did not remain there with her two minutes. Certainly within five, I had the inexpressible satisfaction of seeing her - from the point we had sat on, and to which I had returned - half supported and half carried up some rude steps notched in the cliff, by the figure of an active man. With that figure beside her, I knew she was safe anywhere.
I sat alone on the rock, awaiting Mr. Slinkton"s return. The twilight was deepening and the shadows were heavy, when he came round the point, with his hat hanging at his b.u.t.ton-hole, smoothing his wet hair with one of his hands, and picking out the old path with the other and a pocket-comb.
"My niece not here, Mr. Sampson?" he said, looking about.
"Miss Niner seemed to feel a chill in the air after the sun was down, and has gone home."
He looked surprised, as though she were not accustomed to do anything without him; even to originate so slight a proceeding.
"I persuaded Miss Niner," I explained.
"Ah!" said he. "She is easily persuaded - for her good. Thank you, Mr. Sampson; she is better within doors. The bathing-place was farther than I thought, to say the truth."
"Miss Niner is very delicate," I observed.
He shook his head and drew a deep sigh. "Very, very, very. You may recollect my saying so. The time that has since intervened has not strengthened her. The gloomy shadow that fell upon her sister so early in life seems, in my anxious eyes, to gather over her, ever darker, ever darker. Dear Margaret, dear Margaret! But we must hope."
The hand-carriage was spinning away before us at a most indecorous pace for an invalid vehicle, and was making most irregular curves upon the sand. Mr. Slinkton, noticing it after he had put his handkerchief to his eyes, said;
"If I may judge from appearances, your friend will be upset, Mr.
Sampson."
"It looks probable, certainly," said I.
"The servant must be drunk."
"The servants of old gentlemen will get drunk sometimes," said I.
"The major draws very light, Mr. Sampson."
"The major does draw light," said I.
By this time the carriage, much to my relief, was lost in the darkness. We walked on for a little, side by side over the sand, in silence. After a short while he said, in a voice still affected by the emotion that his niece"s state of health had awakened in him,
"Do you stay here long, Mr. Sampson?"
"Why, no. I am going away to-night."
"So soon? But business always holds you in request. Men like Mr.
Sampson are too important to others, to be spared to their own need of relaxation and enjoyment."
"I don"t know about that," said I. "However, I am going back."
"To London?"
"To London."
"I shall be there too, soon after you."
I knew that as well as he did. But I did not tell him so. Any more than I told him what defensive weapon my right hand rested on in my pocket, as I walked by his side. Any more than I told him why I did not walk on the sea side of him with the night closing in.
We left the beach, and our ways diverged. We exchanged goodnight, and had parted indeed, when he said, returning,
"Mr. Sampson, MAY I ask? Poor Meltham, whom we spoke of, - dead yet?"
"Not when I last heard of him; but too broken a man to live long, and hopelessly lost to his old calling."
"Dear, dear, dear!" said he, with great feeling. "Sad, sad, sad!
The world is a grave!" And so went his way.
It was not his fault if the world were not a grave; but I did not call that observation after him, any more than I had mentioned those other things just now enumerated. He went his way, and I went mine with all expedition. This happened, as I have said, either at the end of September or beginning of October. The next time I saw him, and the last time, was late in November.
V.
I had a very particular engagement to breakfast in the Temple. It was a bitter north-easterly morning, and the sleet and slush lay inches deep in the streets. I could get no conveyance, and was soon wet to the knees; but I should have been true to that appointment, though I had to wade to it up to my neck in the same impediments.
The appointment took me to some chambers in the Temple. They were at the top of a lonely corner house overlooking the river. The name, MR. ALFRED BECKWITH, was painted on the outer door. On the door opposite, on the same landing, the name MR. JULIUS SLINKTON.
The doors of both sets of chambers stood open, so that anything said aloud in one set could be heard in the other.
I had never been in those chambers before. They were dismal, close, unwholesome, and oppressive; the furniture, originally good, and not yet old, was faded and dirty, - the rooms were in great disorder; there was a strong prevailing smell of opium, brandy, and tobacco; the grate and fire-irons were splashed all over with unsightly blotches of rust; and on a sofa by the fire, in the room where breakfast had been prepared, lay the host, Mr. Beckwith, a man with all the appearances of the worst kind of drunkard, very far advanced upon his shameful way to death.
"Slinkton is not come yet," said this creature, staggering up when I went in; "I"ll call him. - Halloa! Julius Caesar! Come and drink!" As he hoa.r.s.ely roared this out, he beat the poker and tongs together in a mad way, as if that were his usual manner of summoning his a.s.sociate.
The voice of Mr. Slinkton was heard through the clatter from the opposite side of the staircase, and he came in. He had not expected the pleasure of meeting me. I have seen several artful men brought to a stand, but I never saw a man so aghast as he was when his eyes rested on mine.
"Julius Caesar," cried Beckwith, staggering between us, "Mist"
Sampson! Mist" Sampson, Julius Caesar! Julius, Mist" Sampson, is the friend of my soul. Julius keeps me plied with liquor, morning, noon, and night. Julius is a real benefactor. Julius threw the tea and coffee out of window when I used to have any. Julius empties all the water-jugs of their contents, and fills "em with spirits.
Julius winds me up and keeps me going. - Boil the brandy, Julius!"
There was a rusty and furred saucepan in the ashes, - the ashes looked like the acc.u.mulation of weeks, - and Beckwith, rolling and staggering between us as if he were going to plunge headlong into the fire, got the saucepan out, and tried to force it into Slinkton"s hand.