She first looked, it is needless to say, at the list of births, deaths, and marriages; and then she turned to the general news--the fires, accidents, fashionable departures, and so on. In a few minutes, she indignantly dropped the newspaper in her lap.
"Here is another unfortunate man," she exclaimed, "sacrificed to the stupidity of women! If I had been in his place, I would have used my knowledge of swimming to save myself, and would have left the women to go to the bottom of the river as they deserved!"
"A boat accident, I suppose?" said Sir Peter.
"Oh yes--the old story. A gentleman takes two ladies out in a boat.
After a while they get fidgety, and feel an idiotic impulse to change places. The boat upsets as usual; the poor dear man tries to save them--and is drowned along with them for his pains. Shameful! shameful!"
"Are the names mentioned?"
"Yes. They are all strangers to me; I speak on principle." a.s.serting herself in those words, the indignant lady handed the newspaper to Mr.
Cosway, who happened to sit next to her. "When you were in the navy,"
she continued, "I dare say _your_ life was put in jeopardy by taking women in boats. Read it yourself, and let it be a warning to you for the future."
Mr. Cosway looked at the narrative of the accident--and revealed the romantic mystery of his life by a burst of devout exclamation, expressed in the words:
"Thank G.o.d, my wife"s drowned!"
II.
To declare that Sir Peter and his guests were all struck speechless, by discovering in this way that Mr. Cosway was a married man, is to say very little. The general impression appeared to be that he was mad. His neighbors at the table all drew back from him, with the one exception of his friend. Mr. Stone looked at the newspaper: pressed Mr. Cosway"s hand in silent sympathy--and addressed himself to his host.
"Permit me to make my friend"s apologies," he said, "until he is composed enough to act for himself. The circ.u.mstances are so extraordinary that I venture to think they excuse him. Will you allow us to speak to you privately?"
Sir Peter, with more apologies addressed to his visitors, opened the door which communicated with his study. Mr. Stone took Mr. Cosway"s arm, and led him out of the room. He noticed no one, spoke to no one--he moved mechanically, like a man walking in his sleep.
After an unendurable interval of nearly an hour"s duration, Sir Peter returned alone to the breakfast-room. Mr. Cosway and Mr. Stone had already taken their departure for London, with their host"s entire approval.
"It is left to my discretion," Sir Peter proceeded, "to repeat to you what I have heard in my study. I will do so, on one condition--that you all consider yourselves bound in honor not to mention the true names and the real places, when you tell the story to others."
Subject to this wise reservation, the narrative is here repeated by one of the company. Considering how he may perform his task to the best advantage, he finds that the events which preceded and followed Mr.
Cosway"s disastrous marriage resolve themselves into certain well-marked divisions. Adopting this arrangement, he proceeds to relate:
_The First Epoch in Mr. Cosway"s Life._
The sailing of her Majesty"s ship _Albicore_ was deferred by the severe illness of the captain. A gentleman not possessed of political influence might, after the doctor"s unpromising report of him, have been superseded by another commanding officer. In the present case, the Lords of the Admiralty showed themselves to be models of patience and sympathy. They kept the vessel in port, waiting the captain"s recovery.
Among the unimportant junior officers, not wanted on board under these circ.u.mstances, and favored accordingly by obtaining leave to wait for orders on sh.o.r.e, were two young men, aged respectively twenty-two and twenty-three years, and known by the names of Cosway and Stone. The scene which now introduces them opens at a famous seaport on the south coast of England, and discloses the two young gentlemen at dinner in a private room at their inn.
"I think that last bottle of champagne was corked," Cosway remarked.
"Let"s try another. You"re nearest the bell, Stone. Ring."
Stone rang, under protest. He was the elder of the two by a year, and he set an example of discretion.
"I am afraid we are running up a terrible bill," he said. "We have been here more than three weeks--"
"And we have denied ourselves nothing," Cosway added. "We have lived like princes. Another bottle of champagne, waiter. We have our riding-horses, and our carriage, and the best box at the theater, and such cigars as London itself could not produce. I call that making the most of life. Try the new bottle. Glorious drink, isn"t it? Why doesn"t my father have champagne at the family dinner-table?"
"Is your father a rich man, Cosway?"
"I should say not. He didn"t give me anything like the money I expected, when I said good-by--and I rather think he warned me solemnly, at parting, to take the greatest care of it." There"s not a farthing more for you," he said, "till your ship returns from her South American station." _Your_ father is a clergyman, Stone."
"Well, and what of that?"
"And some clergymen are rich."
"My father is not one of them, Cosway."
"Then let us say no more about him. Help yourself, and pa.s.s the bottle."
Instead of adopting this suggestion, Stone rose with a very grave face, and once more rang the bell. "Ask the landlady to step up," he said, when the waiter appeared.
"What do you want with the landlady?" Cosway inquired.
"I want the bill."
The landlady--otherwise Mrs. Pounce--entered the room. She was short, and old, and fat, and painted, and a widow. Students of character, as revealed in the face, would have discovered malice and cunning in her bright black eyes, and a bitter vindictive temper in the lines about her thin red lips. Incapable of such subtleties of a.n.a.lysis as these, the two young officers differed widely, nevertheless, in their opinions of Mrs. Pounce. Cosway"s reckless sense of humor delighted in pretending to be in love with her. Stone took a dislike to her from the first. When his friend asked for the reason, he made a strangely obscure answer.
"Do you remember that morning in the wood when you killed the snake?" he said. "I took a dislike to the snake." Cosway made no further inquiries.
"Well, my young heroes," said Mrs. Pounce (always loud, always cheerful, and always familiar with her guests), "what do you want with me now?"
"Take a gla.s.s of champagne, my darling," said Cosway; "and let me try if I can get my arm round your waist. That"s all _I_ want with you."
The landlady pa.s.sed this over without notice. Though she had spoken to both of them, her cunning little eyes rested on Stone from the moment when she appeared in the room. She knew by instinct the man who disliked her--and she waited deliberately for Stone to reply.
"We have been here some time," he said, "and we shall be obliged, ma"am, if you will let us have our bill."
Mrs. Pounce lifted her eyebrows with an expression of innocent surprise.
"Has the captain got well, and must you go on board to-night?" she asked.
"Nothing of the sort!" Cosway interposed. "We have no news of the captain, and we are going to the theater to-night."
"But," persisted Stone, "we want, if you please, to have the bill."
"Certainly, sir," said Mrs. Pounce, with a sudden a.s.sumption of respect.
"But we are very busy downstairs, and we hope you will not press us for it to-night?"
"Of course not!" cried Cosway.
Mrs. Pounce instantly left the room, without waiting for any further remark from Cosway"s friend.
"I wish we had gone to some other house," said Stone. "You mark my words--that woman means to cheat us."
Cosway expressed his dissent from this opinion in the most amiable manner. He filled his friend"s gla.s.s, and begged him not to say ill-natured things of Mrs. Pounce.
But Stone"s usually smooth temper seemed to be ruffled; he insisted on his own view. "She"s impudent and inquisitive, if she is not downright dishonest," he said. "What right had she to ask you where we lived when we were at home; and what our Christian names were; and which of us was oldest, you or I? Oh, yes--it"s all very well to say she only showed a flattering interest in us! I suppose she showed a flattering interest in my affairs, when I awoke a little earlier than usual, and caught her in my bedroom with my pocketbook in her hand. Do you believe she was going to lock it up for safety"s sake? She knows how much money we have got as well as we know it ourselves. Every half-penny we have will be in her pocket tomorrow. And a good thing, too--we shall be obliged to leave the house."