"Not to take me all up there?" groaned poor Vera, in horror. "Can"t you put me out somewhere, anywhere?"
"Don"t be afraid," was the much-amused reply. "As soon as ever we can put in anywhere, we can telegraph to Rock Quay and put you ash.o.r.e to go home; but we can only run before the wind while the sea is so high. I wish you could come on deck, it is so jolly!"
"Oh! it was too dreadful!"
"Beating about in the boat! It must have been, Mr. Delrio told us."
"It was so stupid in him never to see that we had got loose, and were drifting off," said Vera, who had never thought of inquiring after him.
"My father and Griggs think he behaved quite like a hero," was the answer. "He must have managed very well to keep you afloat, and saved you all this time."
"I suppose so," said Vera. "We always did know him, or I should not have let him get me into that boat, when he minded nothing but his verses."
"Those verses, they came all limp and wet out of his pocket, and Francie made him let her dry them and copy them out; and she is so delighted with them. It really is well it is too late to call the baby Cyriac."
"The baby?"
"Oh, yes. We had to leave him behind, though Francie was ready to break her heart over it; but they said that nothing would do for Ivinghoe--after this second influenza--but a sea voyage, so she had to make up her mind to leave him to my mother."
Vera was in a state of bewilderment, caring a great deal more for herself and her own sensations than for any of her surroundings; and her next question was, "When do you think we shall be out of this?"
"We shall put into harbour somewhere as soon as the wind lulls. We cannot venture yet, though we do steam; and then we can telegraph. I am longing to relieve Miss Prescott. We can take you home all the way. We were on our way into Rock Quay to take up Mysie Merrifield if she can go. It really was a wonderful and most merciful thing that we made you out just as it was getting light before running you down. My father saw you first, and old Griggs would hardly believe it, but then we heard Mr. Delrio"s hail! But it was a terrible business getting you up the ship"s side."
"I did not know anything about it. It was so dreadful in the lightning. And my new hat was blown away. And what is become of all my clothes?"
"Mrs. Griggs has them, and is drying them. We will lend you a hat to land in."
"Oh, when we do! I wish I had never got into that boat, but Hubert Delrio did persuade me so."
"And he is an old friend?"
"Yes, he is come to paint the roof of St. Kenelm"s Church, and we want to be attentive to him because my eldest sister would be sure to be cross and keep him at a distance, being only that sort of wall painter, you know, and his father a drawing master."
"My father is very much pleased with him, and thinks him a very superior young man. They have been sitting on deck together, talking as much as they could about architecture and Italy, with their breath all blown away every moment. There! You are really getting better!
If you would eat something and come on deck you would be well! I will call the sea gnat, and see what we have."
It was all very wonderful to Vera; and she began to be interested and to forget her troubles. A slice of very salt ham was brought to her and a gla.s.s of something, she did not know what, and asked if she could have some tea.
"You could have tea if you like, but there"s no milk. You see, we ought to have been in at Rock Quay yesterday evening, and our stores were not adapted to hold out any longer! We shall have another curious experience, though Mrs. Griggs says it won"t be so bad as once when they were off the coast of Ireland, and when they put into a bay with a queer name, all Kill and Bally, they could get nothing but potatoes and goat"s milk."
"Who is Mrs. Griggs?"
"She is wife to the sailing master; and, like the Nors.e.m.e.n, her home is on the wave, at least in the yacht, for she always lives in it, and her cabin is quite a sight; she is great fun, she cooks when there is anything to cook, and is stewardess and everything. Francie and I knew a maid would be a vain enc.u.mbrance, so we are taking care of ourselves, and, if you will let me, I will try and set your hair to rights."
It was in a fearful tangle, after five hours at sea, and many more in the berth in the cabin; but Vera was able to sit up in a dainty dressing-gown, and submit to treatment not quite that of a hairdresser, but made as lively as could be by little jokes and kindly apologies at any extra hard pull at the knots, which really seemed "as if a witch had twined them;" and the two began to feel well acquainted with each other over the operation, though Vera was somewhat impressed when she observed that the brush was ivory handled.
Her bicycling skirt was in tolerable condition, but her once delicate blue blouse was past renovation, so she was invested with a borrowed white one, and led in triumph to the saloon, just as the beautiful "Francie" came to call "Phyllis," and give a helping hand. There were two gentlemen besides Hubert Delrio, and there was a general rejoicing welcome; but Vera did not think Hubert made half enough inquiries or apologies, before she was seated at the table, where everything was secured, and the fare was not very sumptuous or various, being chiefly some concoction of rice and sc.r.a.ps of salt beef, which Francie said was a shame, eating up the poor sailors"
fare; also there was potted meat, and cheese, but all the fresh bread was gone, and they praised Mrs. Griggs" construction of ham and rice with all the warmth and drollery each could contribute. Vera began to be puzzled as to who every one was, for no names except Phyl, Fly, Francie and Ivy were heard, and the merry grey-haired head of the family was "Father" or "Papa" to every one, except of course Mr.
Delrio, who, however, seemed at his ease, and took a fair share in the talk, and once or twice Vera thought he said, "my lord," but she did not believe it.
"I find you are a friend of a special pet of mine, Mysie Merrifield,"
said the father.
"I know her a little," stammered Vera, "but Primrose best."
"Nearer your age, eh? But Mysie is our gem! It looks fit for going on deck."
After the apology for a dinner, the young married pair went their way, he to endeavour to add a fish to their provisions, she to look on; the father and Delrio went where the latter could best study the wonderful tints of sunset over the purple retreating clouds, and the still agitated foaming sea,--sights that seemed to be filling him with enchantment, and revealing effects in colour, while his delight was evidently a new pleasure to his companion.
Vera was afraid to move, and sat on a deck chair, with her back to the sunset, while Phyllis, who perhaps would have liked to share in the admiration, sat by her, so that Vera began to accept her as a special friend, and to pour out the explanation of how she came to be tossing in an open boat with this one companion.
"You see, poor fellow," she said, simpering, "he has been always so devoted to me. Everybody observed it, and I could not help just gratifying him a little."
"He does seem to be very full of promise," said Phyllis. "I suppose Miss Prescott is much pleased with him."
"My sister Magdalen, do you mean? Well, we have not introduced him to her yet. You see, he is ONLY painting the church, and she is so devoted to swells, and makes such a fuss about our manners."
"Indeed! But surely you could not go out with him without her knowing it."
"She was not at this St. Milburgha"s Guild, you know, and Sisters Beata and Mena knew all about it. Oh, yes, she lets us go to them at St. Kenelm"s, but they are not swells enough for her."
"Mr. Flight"s Sisterhood, are not they?"
"And Primrose Merrifield says that Wilfred declares that they are not ladies; but that"s all jealousy, you know, because Will doesn"t like my friends, and Magdalen is altogether gone upon grandees."
"Fancy!" was all that Phyllis managed to say.
"She doesn"t want us to be friends with anybody who don"t belong to some one with a handle to her name. So foolish and stuck up! So we knew she would not be kind to Hubert."
"I think you had better have tried. I thought her one of the kindest people in the world."
"Ah! but, you know, unfortunately she has been a governess, and that teaches toadying."
At that moment "Phyl" was called to see the first star over the sea, and ran up to her father, so as to conceal how nearly she was laughing. Hubert Delrio came towards Vera.
"Can you forgive me, Vera?" he said. "I shall speak to your sister as soon as I am at home, and ask her forgiveness, and--"
"Oh, yes! yes! But do tell me who these people are."
"Did you not know? That most kind of men, is Lord Rotherwood. Those are Lord and Lady Ivinghoe, and--"
"Lady Phyllis! Oh!"
CHAPTER XIII--CHIMERAS DIRE