"Are they indeed?"
"Well, I suppose so," returned Mr Meagles, thinking about it. "Eh?
One can but be practical, and Mrs Meagles and myself are nothing else."
"My unknown course is easier and more helpful than I had expected to find it, then," said Clennam, shaking his head with his grave smile.
"Enough of me. Here is the boat."
The boat was filled with the c.o.c.ked hats to which Mr Meagles entertained a national objection; and the wearers of those c.o.c.ked hats landed and came up the steps, and all the impounded travellers congregated together. There was then a mighty production of papers on the part of the c.o.c.ked hats, and a calling over of names, and great work of signing, sealing, stamping, inking, and sanding, with exceedingly blurred, gritty, and undecipherable results. Finally, everything was done according to rule, and the travellers were at liberty to depart whithersoever they would.
They made little account of stare and glare, in the new pleasure of recovering their freedom, but flitted across the harbour in gay boats, and rea.s.sembled at a great hotel, whence the sun was excluded by closed lattices, and where bare paved floors, lofty ceilings, and resounding corridors tempered the intense heat. There, a great table in a great room was soon profusely covered with a superb repast; and the quarantine quarters became bare indeed, remembered among dainty dishes, southern fruits, cooled wines, flowers from Genoa, snow from the mountain tops, and all the colours of the rainbow flashing in the mirrors.
"But I bear those monotonous walls no ill-will now," said Mr Meagles.
"One always begins to forgive a place as soon as it"s left behind; I dare say a prisoner begins to relent towards his prison, after he is let out."
They were about thirty in company, and all talking; but necessarily in groups. Father and Mother Meagles sat with their daughter between them, the last three on one side of the table: on the opposite side sat Mr Clennam; a tall French gentleman with raven hair and beard, of a swart and terrible, not to say genteelly diabolical aspect, but who had shown himself the mildest of men; and a handsome young Englishwoman, travelling quite alone, who had a proud observant face, and had either withdrawn herself from the rest or been avoided by the rest--n.o.body, herself excepted perhaps, could have quite decided which. The rest of the party were of the usual materials: travellers on business, and travellers for pleasure; officers from India on leave; merchants in the Greek and Turkey trades; a clerical English husband in a meek strait-waistcoat, on a wedding trip with his young wife; a majestic English mama and papa, of the patrician order, with a family of three growing-up daughters, who were keeping a journal for the confusion of their fellow-creatures; and a deaf old English mother, tough in travel, with a very decidedly grown-up daughter indeed, which daughter went sketching about the universe in the expectation of ultimately toning herself off into the married state.
The reserved Englishwoman took up Mr Meagles in his last remark. "Do you mean that a prisoner forgives his prison?" said she, slowly and with emphasis.
"That was my speculation, Miss Wade. I don"t pretend to know positively how a prisoner might feel. I never was one before."
"Mademoiselle doubts," said the French gentleman in his own language, "it"s being so easy to forgive?"
"I do."
Pet had to translate this pa.s.sage to Mr Meagles, who never by any accident acquired any knowledge whatever of the language of any country into which he travelled. "Oh!" said he. "Dear me! But that"s a pity, isn"t it?"
"That I am not credulous?" said Miss Wade.
"Not exactly that. Put it another way. That you can"t believe it easy to forgive."
"My experience," she quietly returned, "has been correcting my belief in many respects, for some years. It is our natural progress, I have heard."
"Well, well! But it"s not natural to bear malice, I hope?" said Mr Meagles, cheerily.
"If I had been shut up in any place to pine and suffer, I should always hate that place and wish to burn it down, or raze it to the ground. I know no more." "Strong, sir?" said Mr Meagles to the Frenchman; it being another of his habits to address individuals of all nations in idiomatic English, with a perfect conviction that they were bound to understand it somehow. "Rather forcible in our fair friend, you"ll agree with me, I think?"
The French gentleman courteously replied, "Plait-il?" To which Mr Meagles returned with much satisfaction, "You are right. My opinion."
The breakfast beginning by-and-by to languish, Mr Meagles made the company a speech. It was short enough and sensible enough, considering that it was a speech at all, and hearty. It merely went to the effect that as they had all been thrown together by chance, and had all preserved a good understanding together, and were now about to disperse, and were not likely ever to find themselves all together again, what could they do better than bid farewell to one another, and give one another good-speed in a simultaneous gla.s.s of cool champagne all round the table? It was done, and with a general shaking of hands the a.s.sembly broke up for ever.
The solitary young lady all this time had said no more. She rose with the rest, and silently withdrew to a remote corner of the great room, where she sat herself on a couch in a window, seeming to watch the reflection of the water as it made a silver quivering on the bars of the lattice. She sat, turned away from the whole length of the apartment, as if she were lonely of her own haughty choice. And yet it would have been as difficult as ever to say, positively, whether she avoided the rest, or was avoided.
The shadow in which she sat, falling like a gloomy veil across her forehead, accorded very well with the character of her beauty. One could hardly see the face, so still and scornful, set off by the arched dark eyebrows, and the folds of dark hair, without wondering what its expression would be if a change came over it. That it could soften or relent, appeared next to impossible. That it could deepen into anger or any extreme of defiance, and that it must change in that direction when it changed at all, would have been its peculiar impression upon most observers. It was dressed and trimmed into no ceremony of expression.
Although not an open face, there was no pretence in it. "I am self-contained and self-reliant; your opinion is nothing to me; I have no interest in you, care nothing for you, and see and hear you with indifference"--this it said plainly. It said so in the proud eyes, in the lifted nostril, in the handsome but compressed and even cruel mouth.
Cover either two of those channels of expression, and the third would have said so still. Mask them all, and the mere turn of the head would have shown an unsubduable nature.
Pet had moved up to her (she had been the subject of remark among her family and Mr Clennam, who were now the only other occupants of the room), and was standing at her side.
"Are you"--she turned her eyes, and Pet faltered--"expecting any one to meet you here, Miss Wade?"
"I? No."
"Father is sending to the Poste Restante. Shall he have the pleasure of directing the messenger to ask if there are any letters for you?"
"I thank him, but I know there can be none."
"We are afraid," said Pet, sitting down beside her, shyly and half tenderly, "that you will feel quite deserted when we are all gone."
"Indeed!"
"Not," said Pet, apologetically and embarra.s.sed by her eyes, "not, of course, that we are any company to you, or that we have been able to be so, or that we thought you wished it."
"I have not intended to make it understood that I did wish it."
"No. Of course. But--in short," said Pet, timidly touching her hand as it lay impa.s.sive on the sofa between them, "will you not allow Father to tender you any slight a.s.sistance or service? He will be very glad."
"Very glad," said Mr Meagles, coming forward with his wife and Clennam.
"Anything short of speaking the language, I shall be delighted to undertake, I am sure."
"I am obliged to you," she returned, "but my arrangements are made, and I prefer to go my own way in my own manner."
"Do you?" said Mr Meagles to himself, as he surveyed her with a puzzled look. "Well! There"s character in that, too."
"I am not much used to the society of young ladies, and I am afraid I may not show my appreciation of it as others might. A pleasant journey to you. Good-bye!"
She would not have put out her hand, it seemed, but that Mr Meagles put out his so straight before her that she could not pa.s.s it. She put hers in it, and it lay there just as it had lain upon the couch.
"Good-bye!" said Mr Meagles. "This is the last good-bye upon the list, for Mother and I have just said it to Mr Clennam here, and he only waits to say it to Pet. Good-bye! We may never meet again."
"In our course through life we shall meet the people who are coming to meet us, from many strange places and by many strange roads," was the composed reply; "and what it is set to us to do to them, and what it is set to them to do to us, will all be done." There was something in the manner of these words that jarred upon Pet"s ear. It implied that what was to be done was necessarily evil, and it caused her to say in a whisper, "O Father!" and to shrink childishly, in her spoilt way, a little closer to him. This was not lost on the speaker.
"Your pretty daughter," she said, "starts to think of such things. Yet,"
looking full upon her, "you may be sure that there are men and women already on their road, who have their business to do with YOU, and who will do it. Of a certainty they will do it. They may be coming hundreds, thousands, of miles over the sea there; they may be close at hand now; they may be coming, for anything you know or anything you can do to prevent it, from the vilest sweepings of this very town."
With the coldest of farewells, and with a certain worn expression on her beauty that gave it, though scarcely yet in its prime, a wasted look, she left the room.
Now, there were many stairs and pa.s.sages that she had to traverse in pa.s.sing from that part of the s.p.a.cious house to the chamber she had secured for her own occupation. When she had almost completed the journey, and was pa.s.sing along the gallery in which her room was, she heard an angry sound of muttering and sobbing. A door stood open, and within she saw the attendant upon the girl she had just left; the maid with the curious name.
She stood still, to look at this maid. A sullen, pa.s.sionate girl! Her rich black hair was all about her face, her face was flushed and hot, and as she sobbed and raged, she plucked at her lips with an unsparing hand.
"Selfish brutes!" said the girl, sobbing and heaving between whiles.
"Not caring what becomes of me! Leaving me here hungry and thirsty and tired, to starve, for anything they care! Beasts! Devils! Wretches!"
"My poor girl, what is the matter?"
She looked up suddenly, with reddened eyes, and with her hands suspended, in the act of pinching her neck, freshly disfigured with great scarlet blots. "It"s nothing to you what"s the matter. It don"t signify to any one."