Suddenly a series of things happened. The old lady had a telegram summoning her to the sick-bed of her son--the very son that Tom had been so good to--and flew to him, distracted. Poor old lady! My mother"s heart bled for her. And next day my little maid upset a kettle of boiling water over the nurse (providentially, when the baby was not in her arms), and the poor thing had to go to a hospital to have the scalds dressed. She sent a subst.i.tute at once, because it was found that she was for a few days incapacitated for her work; but I was able to manage without the subst.i.tute. I told her I was now perfectly well--as in truth I was--and therefore did not require her services. And the day after that, by the English mail, I had a letter from _dear_ Aunt Kate, which, when I opened it, shed a bank draft upon the floor. She had heard that I was going to have a baby, and sent fifty pounds to pay expenses.
A box of baby-clothes, she said, had been despatched by the same ship; for she didn"t suppose I had any money to buy them, or that, if I had, I could get anything in "that outlandish country" fit for a poor child to wear.
I went straight into town and cashed that draft, taking my son with me--proud to carry him myself, though he nearly dragged my arms off. At the same time I ascertained at the company"s office that the Bendigo was hourly expected to report herself from Sydney.
"We will go to Sydney," said I to my little companion, as we travelled home again, rich and free. "We"ll get Martha"s mother to come and keep house until we all return together--with _father_ to take care of us."
That same night I had a wire from him. He was safe at Sydney, all well; and would I telegraph immediately to inform him how it was with me?
Would I also write fully and at once, so that he might get the letter before he left?
"We will telegraph immediately, to set his dear mind at rest," I said to the son, who smiled and guggled as if he perfectly understood--and I am sure he did; "but we won"t write fully and at once. We can get to him as quickly as a letter, and he would rather have us than a million letters.
Oh, what a simply overwhelming surprise we shall give him!" I was so full of this blissful prospect that I never thought how I might be embarra.s.sing him in his professional capacity.
There were no intercolonial railways then, and we could not have stood the wear and tear of overland travel if there had been. Nor was there any choice in the matter of sea transport. I was obliged to take the mail steamer that brought me Aunt Kate"s money, for it was the only vessel going to Sydney that could get me there in time. I had to be very smart to catch her, and just managed it, leaving my home at the mercy of a plausible red-nosed charwoman who was all but a perfect stranger to me.
Of course I was an idiot--I know that; but, as Tom says, you can"t put old heads on young shoulders, and don"t want to; and there is no occasion to remember things of that sort now. _He_ never blamed me for a moment, and I am sure I cannot regret what I did, when I weigh the pleasures of that expedition against what in the end we had to pay for them. They were richly worth it.
The voyage, even without the nursemaid whom I did not feel justified in adding to my other extravagances, not only did me no harm, but really invigorated me. A new-made mother, I had been informed, was never sea-sick, and my experience seemed to prove the fact; while as for baby, in spite of his catching a little cold, which he might have caught at home, the exquisite sea air must have been better for him than the gutter smells of Melbourne. He was as good as gold, and the stewardess was an angel, and we slept like tops all through our two nights on board.
It was afternoon when we entered Sydney Harbour--that beautiful harbour which I had never seen before, but had no eyes for now. All I cared to look at was my beloved Bendigo, and there she was at her berth, and the blue-peter was up! When I saw that, I felt quite faint. I ran round the deck asking everybody when she was expected to leave, and all but those who did not know said at five o"clock. It was now three. So that, with other weather, I might have missed her! And Tom would have gone home to find----Great heavens! But with the misadventures that we did have, there is no need to count those we didn"t. As it chanced, I was in plenty of time.
It was nearly four before I could get off the mail boat, and it was considerably past that hour when I hurried up the gangway of the Bendigo, panting, and bathed in perspiration--for Sydney is a hot place in January--looking everywhere for Tom. The second officer, who knew me, uttered an exclamation as he ran to take my bag from the cabman; and the way he looked at baby--then asleep, fortunately--was very funny.
"Oh, Mr. Jones," I cried, "is the captain on board?"
"No, Mrs. Braye; he"s on sh.o.r.e," was the reply, accompanied with violent blushes. "You must have missed him somehow. Are you--are you going back with us?"
"Of course I am," I said, as calmly as I could. "But he does not know it yet. I had some business in Sydney, and I thought I would give him a surprise. Don"t tell him, please; I will go up to his cabin on the bridge and wait for him."
"He may be here any moment," said the young man. And, looking to right and left in an embarra.s.sed way, he asked if he should call the stewardess.
"Not yet," I returned affably. "I will ring when I want her. He will sleep for a long time. He"s such a good baby--not the least little bit of trouble." And then I turned back the lace handkerchief from the placid face, and asked Mr. Jones what he thought of that for a month-old child.
He said he was no judge, and behaved stupidly. So I left him, and went up to the bridge, where Tom had a room composed of a bunk and a bay window, entirely sacred to himself. I don"t suppose a baby had ever been in it, but the pillows and things I found there made a perfect cradle.
As I laid my little one down on his father"s bed, I was afraid the thumping of my heart would jog him awake, but it did not. He sank into his nest without sound or movement, leaving me free to watch at the window for Tom"s coming.
It was past five o"clock before he came, and I knew when I saw him why he was so late. He had been looking for his expected letter up to the last moment, and had now abandoned hope. I also knew that somebody on deck had betrayed my secret when I heard the change in his step as he ran upstairs. Ah--ah! Before I could arrange any plan for my reception of him I was in his arms. Before either of us could ask questions, we had to overcome the first effects of an emotion which arrested breath as well as speech. Never when we were lovers had we kissed each other as we did now.
"But what--how--why--where?" the dear fellow stuttered, when we began to collect our wits; and in the same bold and incoherent style I simultaneously gave my explanation. Half a minute sufficed to dispose of these necessary preliminaries. Then I led him into his own cabin, the doorway of which I had been blocking up.
"But what are we going to do with him?" Tom asked--a singular question, I considered, but he was full of the business of the ship--I wondered how he _could_ think about the ship at such a moment. "Hadn"t you better make a nursery of my cabin on deck? It"s empty, and the stewardess"ll rig you up whatever you want."
"I will make a nursery of it," I replied, "when I want to bath and dress him for the night. And, by the way, perhaps I had better do that now, before we start." For our son had been wakened out of his sleep, in order that his father should see how blue his eyes were.
"Yes, yes, do it now," urged Tom, in a coaxing way. It was sweet of him not to cloud my perfect happiness by hinting at the scandalous breach of etiquette it would be to let a baby appear on the bridge while he was taking the ship out. For my part, I never thought of it.
He took me down to the deck, now crowded with people, who stared rudely at us, and into the one cabin there, which was his own; and he called the stewardess--a delightful woman, charmed to have the captain"s baby on board--and left us together, while he rushed off to speak with the superintendent of the Sydney office, I suppose about my pa.s.sage. Soon afterwards we started, and until we were away at sea I was fully occupied with Harry"s toilet. Then came dinner, and Tom made me go in with him, while the stewardess stayed with the child; and the short evening was taken up with preparations for the night. It was arranged that I should spend it in the nursery, of course, and I was strongly advised to retire early.
But the cabin was hot, and the outside air was cool, and I simply could not rest so far from Tom. The moonlight was lovely at about ten o"clock, so bright that, stepping out on the now deserted deck to look for him, I could plainly see his figure moving back and forth at the end of the bridge, outlined against the sky. And I could not bear it. Slipping back into my room to pick up my child and roll him in a shawl, I prepared to storm the position with entreaties that I felt sure my husband was not the husband to withstand.
He came plunging down the stairs just as I was about to ascend. I stopped, and called to him.
"Tom, _do_ let me be with you!"
"I was on my way to you, Polly, to see if you were awake, and would like to come up for a little talk. It"s quiet now."
He put his arm round my waist, and turned to hoist me upward.
"Hullo!" he exclaimed, "Is that----"
"Of course it is. You wouldn"t have me leave him behind, all alone by himself?"
"But won"t he catch his death of cold?"
"How can he, on a night like this? It will do him good. And I won"t let him cry, Tom."
"Give him to me. I"ll carry him up."
"_Can_ you?"
He laughed, and took the little creature from me in a delightfully paternal fashion, and without bungling at all. I had been half afraid that he was going to turn out like so many men--like Mr. Jones, for instance--but had no misgivings after that. Even when we encountered Mr.
Jones on duty, he was not ashamed to let his officer see him with an infant in his arms. Certainly he was born to be a father, if anybody ever was.
It was very stuffy in his little house, which had the funnel behind it; so he put a chair for me outside, under the shelter of the screen, and I sat there for some time. It was simply the _sweetest_ night! The sea is never still, of course, however calm it may be, but its movements were just as if it were breathing in its sleep. And the soft, wide shining of the moon in that free and airy s.p.a.ce--what a dream it was! At intervals Tom came and dropped on the floor, so that he could lean against my knee and get a hand down over his shoulder. The man at the wheel could see us, but carefully avoided looking--as only a dear sailor would do. The binnacle light was in his face, and I watched him, and saw that he never turned his eyes our way. As for Prince Hal, he slept as if the sea were his natural cradle. So it was.
Presently Tom went off the bridge, and when he returned a steward accompanied him, carrying a mattress, blankets, and pillows, which he made up into a comfortable bed beside me.
"How will that do?" my husband inquired, rubbing the back of a finger against my cheek. "It isn"t the first time I"ve made you a bed on deck--eh, old girl?"
I was wearing a dressing-gown, and lay down in it, perfectly at ease. He lowered the child into my arms, punched the pillows for our heads, tucked us up, and kissed us.
"This is on condition that you sleep," he said.
"It is a waste of happiness to sleep," I sighed ecstatically. "I want to lie awake to revel in it."
"If I see you lying awake an hour hence," he rejoined, pretending to be stern, while his voice was so full of tenderness that he could scarcely control it, "I shall send you back to your cabin, Polly."
So I did not let him see it. But for several hours, when he was not looking, I watched his dear figure moving to and fro, and the sea, and the stars, with the smoke from the funnel trailing over them, and revelled in full consciousness of my utter bliss.
Even now--after all these years--I get a sort of lump in my throat when I think of it.
CHAPTER III.
A PAGE OF LIFE.