Derwent"s house was close by his works, and Frank"s trips ash.o.r.e soon began to take in both. Derwent had a daughter, a black- haired, black-eyed, pink-cheeked girl, named Ca.s.sie, one of those vigorous young English beauties that men would call stunning and women bold. She did not wait for any preliminaries, but straightway fell in love with the handsome American engineer that her father brought home. She made her regard so plain that Frank was embarra.s.sed, and was not a bit put off at his reluctance to play the part she a.s.signed to him.
"That"s always my luck," she remarked with disarming candour, "a poor silly fool who always likes them that don"t like me and spurns them that do!" And then she added, with a laugh, that he ought to be tied up, "for you are a cruel handsome man, Frank, and my heart goes pitapat at the very sight of you!"
She called him Frank at the second visit; and at the third seated herself on the arm of his chair and took his hand and held it.
"Can"t you ever forget that girl in Yankee-land?" she said. "She ain"t here, is she, and why shouldn"t you steal a little harmless fun? There"s men who"d give their little finger to win a kiss from me--and you sit there so glum and solemn, who could have a bushel for the asking!"
For all Frank"s devotion to Florence he could not but be flattered at being wooed in this headlong fashion. He was only a man after all, and she was the prettiest girl in port. He did not resist when she suddenly put her arms around him and pressed his head against her bosom, calling him her boy and her darling; but remained pa.s.sive in her embrace, pleased and yet ashamed, and touched to the quick with self-contempt.
"You mustn"t," he said, freeing himself. "Ca.s.sie, it"s wrong--it"s dreadful. You mustn"t think I love you, because I don"t."
"Yes, but I am going to make you," she said with splendid effrontery, looking at herself in the gla.s.s and patting her rumpled hair. "See what you have done to me, you bad boy!"
Had she been older or more sophisticated, Frank would have been shocked at this reversal of the s.e.xes. But in her self-avowed and unashamed love for him she was more like a child than a woman; and her good-humour and laughter besides seemed somehow to belittle her words and redeem the affair from any seriousness. Frank tried to stay away, for his conscience p.r.i.c.ked him and he did not care to drift into such an unusual and ambiguous relation with Derwent"s handsome daughter. But Ca.s.sie was always on the watch for him and he could not escape from the machine-works without falling into one of her ambushes. She would carry him off to tea, and he never left without finding himself pledged to return in the evening. In his loneliness, hopelessness, and desolation he found it dangerously sweet to be thus petted and sought after. Ca.s.sie made no demands of him and acquiesced with apparent cheerfulness in the implication that he loved another woman. She humbly accepted the little that was left over, and, though she wept many hot tears in secret, outwardly at least she never rebelled or reproached him. She knew that to do either would be to lose him.
In fact she made it very easy for him to come, and gave up her girlish treasure of affection without any hope of reward. Frank, by degrees, discovered a wonderful comfort in being with her. It was balm to his wounds and bruises; and, like someone who had long been out in the cold, he warmed himself, so to speak, before that bright fire, and found himself growing drowsy and contented.
It must not be supposed that all this went on unremarked, or that in the gossip of the yacht Frank and Ca.s.sie Derwent did not come in for a considerable share of attention. It pa.s.sed from the officers" mess to the saloon, and Florence bit her lip with anger and jealousy when the joke went round of the chief engineer"s "infatuation." In revenge she treated Frank more coldly than ever, and went out of her way to be agreeable to de Souvary, especially when the former was at hand and could be made a spectator of her lover-like glances and a warmth that seemed to transcend the limits of ordinary friendship. She made herself utterly unhappy and Frank as well. The only one of the trio to be pleased was the count.
She made no objection when Frank asked her permission to show the ship to Derwent and his daughter.
"You must be sure and introduce me," she said, with a sparkle of her eyes that Frank was too unpresumptuous to understand. "They say that she is a raving little beauty and that you are the happy man!"
Frank hurriedly disclaimed the honour.
"Oh, no!" he said. "But she is really very sweet and nice, and I think we owe a little attention to her father."
"Oh, her FATHER!" said Florence, sarcastically emphasising the word.
"I hope you don"t think there is anything in it," he exclaimed very anxiously. "I suppose there has been some t.i.ttle-tattle--I can read it in your face--but there"s not a word of truth in it, not a word, I a.s.sure you."
"I don"t care the one way or other, Frank," she said. "You needn"t explain so hard. What does it matter to me, anyway?" and with that she turned away to cordially greet the count as he came aboard.
The two women met in the saloon. Florence at once a.s.sumed the great lady, the heiress, the condescending patrician; Ca.s.sie flushed and trembled; and in a buzz of commonplaces the stewards served tea while the two women covertly took each other"s measure.
Florence grew ashamed of her own behavior, and, unbending a little, tried to put her guests at ease and led Ca.s.sie on to talk.
Then it came out about the dance that Derwent and his daughter were to give the following night.
"Frank and me have been arranging the cotillon," said Ca.s.sie, and then she turned pink to her ears at having called him by his first name before all those people. "I mean Mr. Rignold," she added, amid everyone"s laughter and her own desperate confusion.
Florence"s laughter rang out as gaily as anyone"s, and apparently as unaffectedly, and she rallied Ca.s.sie with much good humour on her slip.
"So it"s Frank already!" she exclaimed. "Oh, Miss Derwent! don"t you trust this wicked chief of mine. He is a regular heart- breaker!"
Ca.s.sie cried when Frank and she returned home and sat together on the porch.
"She"s a proud, haughty minx," she burst out, "and you love her-- and as for me I might as well drown myself."
Frank attempted to comfort her.
"Oh, you needn"t try to blind me," she said bitterly. "I--I thought it was a girl in America, Frank, a girl like me--just common and poor and perhaps not as nice as I am. And you know she wouldn"t wipe her feet on you," she went on viciously--"she so grand with her yachts and her counts and "Oh, I think I"ll run over to Injya for the winter, or maybe it"s Cairo or the Nile,"
says she! What kind of a chance have you got there, Frank, you in your greasy over-alls and working for her wages? Won"t you break your heart just like I am breaking mine, I that would sell the clothes off my back for you and follow you all over the world!"
Frank protested that she was mistaken; that it wasn"t Miss Fenacre at all; that it was absurd to even think of such a thing.
"Oh, Frank, it"s bad enough as it is without your lying to me,"
she said, quite unconvinced. "You"ve set your eyes too high, and unhappiness is all that you"ll ever get from the likes of her.
You"re a fool in your way and I"m a fool in mine, and maybe when she"s married to the count and done for, you"ll mind the little girl that"s waiting for you in Cowes!" She took his hand and kissed it, telling him with a sob that she would ever remain single for his sake.
"But I don"t want you to, Ca.s.sie," he said. "You"re talking like a baby. What"s the good of waiting when I am never coming back?"
"You say that now," she exclaimed, "but my words will come back to you in Injya when you grow tired of her ladyship"s coldness and disdain; and I"m silly enough to think you"ll find them a comfort to you out there, with nothing to do but to think and think, and be miserable."
VI
The next day he found Ca.s.sie in a more cheerful humour and excited about the dance. The house was all upset and she was busy with a dozen of her girl friends in decorating the hall and drawing-room, taking up the carpets, arranging for the supper and the cloakrooms, and immersed generally in the thousand and one tasks that fall on a hostess-to-be. Frank put himself at her orders and spent the better part of the afternoon in running errands and tacking up flags and branches; and after an hilarious tea, in the midst of all the litter and confusion, he went back to the ship somewhat after five o"clock. As he was pulled out in a sh.o.r.e boat he was surprised to pa.s.s a couple of coal lighters coming from the Minnehaha, and to see her winches busily hoisting in stores from a large launch alongside. He ran up the ladder, and seeing the captain asked him what was up.
"Sailing orders, Chief," said Captain Landry, enjoying his amazement. "We"ll be off the ground in half an hour, eastward bound!" "But I wasn"t told anything," cried Frank. "I never got any orders."
"The little lady said you wasn"t to be disturbed," said the captain, "and she took it on herself to order your staff to go ahead. I guess you"ll find a pretty good head of steam already!"
Frank ran to the side and called back his boat, giving the man five shillings to take a note at once to Ca.s.sie. He had no time for more than a few lines, but he could not go to sea without at least one word of farewell. They were cutting the anchor and were already under steerage way when Ca.s.sie came off herself in a launch and pa.s.sed up a letter directed to the chief engineer. It reached him in the engine-room, where he, not knowing that she was but a few feet distant, was spared the sight of her pale and despairing face.
The letter itself was almost incoherent. She knew, she said, whom she had to thank for his departure. That vixen, that hussy, that stuck-up minx, who treated him like a dog and yet grudged him to another, who, G.o.d help her, loved him too well for her own good-- it was her ladyship she had to thank for spoiling everything and carrying him away. Was he not man enough to a.s.sert himself and leave a ship where he was put upon so awful? Let him ask her mightiness in two words, yes or no; and then when he had come down from the clouds and had learned the truth, poor silly fool--then let him come back to his Ca.s.sie, who loved him so dear, and who (if she did say it herself) had a heart worth fifty of his mistress and didn"t need no powder to set off her complexion. It ended with a piteous appeal to his compa.s.sion and besought him to write to her from the nearest port.
Frank sighed as he read it. Everything in the world seemed wrong and at cross-purposes. Those who had one thing invariably longed for something else, and there was no content or happiness or satisfaction anywhere. The better off were the acquiescent, who took the good and the bad with the same composure and found their only pleasure in their work. Best off of all were the dead whose sufferings were over. But after all it was sweet to be loved, even if one did not love back, and Frank was very tender with the little letter and put it carefully in his pocket-book. Yes, it was sweet to be loved. He said this over and over to himself, and wondered whether Florence felt the same to him as he did to Ca.s.sie. It seemed to explain so much. It seemed the key to her strange regard for him. He asked himself whether it could be true that she had wilfully ordered the ship to sea in order to prevent him going to the dance. The thought stirred him inexpressibly.
What other explanation was there if this was not the one? And she had deserted the count, who was away in London on a day"s business; deserted the Paquita at anchor in the roads! He was frightened at his own exultation. Suppose he were wrong in this surmise! Suppose it were just another of her unaccountable caprices!
They ran down Channel at full speed and at night were abreast of the Scilly lights, driving towards the Bay of Biscay in the teeth of an Equinoctial gale. At the behest of one girl eighty men had to endure the discomfort of a storm at sea, and a great steel ship, straining and quivering, was flung into the perilous night.
It seemed a misuse of power that, at a woman"s whim, so many lives and so n.o.ble and costly a fabric could be risked--and risked for nothing. From the captain on the bridge, dripping in his oil- skins, to the coal-pa.s.sers and firemen below who fed the mighty furnaces, to the cooks in the galley, the engineers, the electrician on duty, the lookout man in the bow clinging to the life-line when the Minnehaha buried her nose out of sight--all these perforce had to endure and suffer at Florence"s bidding without question or revolt.
Frank"s elation pa.s.sed and left him in a bitter humour towards her. It was not right, he said to himself, not right at all. She ought to show a little consideration for the men who had served her so well and faithfully. Besides, it was unworthy of her to betray such pettiness and spoil Ca.s.sie"s dance. He felt for the girl"s humiliation, and, though not in love with her, he was conscious of a sentiment that hated to see her hurt. He would not accept Florence"s invitation to dine in the saloon, sending word that he had a headache and begged to be excused; and after dinner, when she sought him out on deck and tried to make herself very sweet to him, he was purposely reserved and distant, and look the first opportunity to move away. He was angry, disheartened, and resentful, all in one.
Towards eleven o"clock at night as Frank was in the engine-room, moodily turning over these reflections in his mind and listening to the race of the screws as again and again they were lifted out of the water and strained the shafts and engines to the utmost, he was surprised to see Florence herself descending the steel ladder into that close atmosphere of oil and steam. He ran to help her down, and taking her arm led her to one side, where they might be out of the way. Here, in the glare of the lanterns, he looked down into her face and thought again how beautiful she was. Her cheek was wet with spray, and her hair was tangled and glistening beneath her little yachting cap. She seemed to exhale a breath of the storm above and bring down with her something of the gale itself. She held fast to Frank as the ship laboured and plunged, smiling as their eyes met.
"You are the last person I expected down here," said Frank.
"I was beginning to get afraid," she returned. "It"s blowing terribly, Frank--and I thought, if anything happened, I"d like to be with you!"
"Oh, we are all right!" said Frank, his professional spirit aroused. "With twin screws, twin engines, and plenty of sea-room-- why, let it blow."
His confidence rea.s.sured her. He never appeared to her so strong, so self-reliant and calm as at that moment of her incipient fear.
Amongst his engines Frank always wore a masterful air, for he had that instinct for machinery peculiarly American, and was competent almost to the point of genius.
"Besides, I wanted to ask you a question," said Florence. "I had to ask it. I couldn"t sleep without asking it, Frank."
"I would have come, if you had sent for me," he said.
"I couldn"t wait for that," she returned. "I knew it might be hard for you to leave--or impossible."
"What is it, Florence?" he asked. The name slipped out in spite of him.