He fumbled in his pocket and, producing the ring, caught Miss Jelks"s hand in a grip that made her wince, and proceeded to push it on her little finger. "Now you behave yourself, else next time I"ll take it back for good."
Miss Jelks remonstrated, but in vain. The boatswain pa.s.sed his left arm about her waist, and when she became too fluent increased the pressure until she gasped for breath. Much impressed by these signs of affection she began to yield, and, leaning her head against his shoulder, voluntarily renewed her vows of seclusion.
She went down to the harbour next day to see him off, and stood watching with much interest the bustle on deck and the prominent share borne by her masterful admirer. To her thinking, Captain Trimblett, stiff and st.u.r.dy on the bridge, played but a secondary part. She sent the boatswain little signals of approval and regard, a proceeding which was the cause of much subsequent trouble to a newly joined A.B. who misunderstood their destination. The warps were thrown off, a bell clanged in the engine-room, the screw revolved, and a gradually widening piece of water appeared between the steamer and the quay. Men on board suspended work for a moment for a last gaze ash.o.r.e, and no fewer than six unfortunates responded ardently to the fluttering of her handkerchief. She stood watching until the steamer had disappeared round a bend in the river, and then, with a sense of desolation and a holiday feeling for which there was no outlet, walked slowly home.
She broke her promise to the boatswain the following evening. For one thing, it was her "evening out," and for another she felt that the sooner the Ba.s.sett nuisance was stopped, the better it would be for all concerned. If the youth failed to see her she was the gainer to the extent of an evening in the open air, and if he did not she had an idea that the emergency would not find her unprepared.
She walked down to the town first and spent some time in front of the shop-windows. Tiring of this, she proceeded to the harbour and inspected the shipping, and then with the feeling strong upon her that it would be better to settle with Ba.s.sett at her own convenience, she walked slowly to the small street in which he lived, and taking up a position nearly opposite his house paced slowly to and fro with the air of one keeping an appointment. She was pleased to observe, after a time, a slight movement of the curtains opposite, and, satisfied that she had attained her ends, walked off. The sound of a street door closing saved her the necessity of looking round.
At first she strolled slowly through the streets, but presently, increasing her pace, resolved to take the lad for a country walk. At Tranquil Vale she paused to tie up her boot-lace, and, satisfying herself that Ba.s.sett was still in pursuit, set off again.
She went on a couple of miles farther, until turning the sharp corner of a lane she took a seat on the trunk of a tree that lay by the side and waited for him to come up. She heard his footsteps coming nearer and nearer, and with a satisfied smile noted that he had quickened his pace.
He came round the corner at the rate of over four miles an hour, and, coming suddenly upon her, was unable to repress a slight exclamation of surprise. The check was but momentary, and he was already pa.s.sing on when the voice of Miss Jelks, uplifted in sorrow, brought him to a standstill.
"Oh, Master Ba.s.sett," she cried, "I am surprised! I couldn"t have believed it of you."
Ba.s.sett, squeezing his hands together, stood eying her nervously.
"And you so quiet, too," continued Rosa; "but there, you quiet ones are always the worst."
The boy, peering at her through his spectacles, made no reply.
"The idea of a boy your age falling in love with me," said Rosa, modestly lowering her gaze.
"What!" squeaked the astonished Ba.s.sett, hardly able to believe his ears.
"Falling in love and d.o.g.g.i.ng my footsteps," said Rosa, with relish, "and standing there looking at me as though you could eat me."
"You must be mad," said Ba.s.sett, in a trembling voice. "Stark staring mad."
"It"s to make you leave off loving me," she explained
"Don"t make it worse," said Rosa kindly. "I suppose you can"t help it, and ought to be pitied for it really. Now I know why it was you winked at me when you came to the house the other day."
"Winked!" gasped the horrified youth. "Me?"
"I thought it was weakness of sight, at the time," said the girl, "but I see my mistake now. I am sorry for you, but it can never be. I am another"s."
Ba.s.sett, utterly bereft of speech, stood eying her helplessly.
"Don"t stand there making those sheep"s eyes at me," said Rosa. "Try and forget me. Was it love at first sight, or did it come on gradual like?"
Ba.s.sett, moistening his tongue, shook his head.
"Am I the first girl you ever loved?" inquired Rosa, softly.
"No," said the boy. "I mean-I have never been in-love. I don"t know what you are talking about."
"Do you mean to say you are not in love with me?" demanded Rosa, springing up suddenly.
"I do," said Ba.s.sett, blushing hotly.
"Then what did you follow me all round the town for, and then down here?"
Ba.s.sett, who was under a pledge of secrecy to the boatswain, and, moreover, had his own ideas as to the reception the truth might meet with, preserved an agonized silence.
"It"s no good," said Rosa, eying him mournfully. "You can"t deceive me.
You are head over heels, and the kindest thing I can do is to be cruel to you-for your own sake."
She sprang forward suddenly, and, before the astounded youth could dodge, dealt him a sharp box on the ear. As he reeled under the blow she boxed the other.
"It"s to make you leave off loving me," she explained; "and if I ever catch you following me again you"ll get some more; besides which I shall tell your mother."
She picked up her parasol from the trunk, and after standing regarding him for a moment with an air of offended maidenhood, walked back to the town. Ba.s.sett, after a long interval, returned by another road.
CHAPTER XIX
JOAN HARTLEY returned to Salthaven a week after Captain Trimblett"s departure, and, with a lively sense of her inability to satisfy the curiosity of her friends, spent most of the time indoors. To evade her father"s inquiries she adopted other measures, and the day after her return, finding both her knowledge and imagination inadequate to the task of satisfying him, she first waxed impatient and then tearful.
Finally she said that she was thoroughly tired of the subject, and expressed a fervent hope that she might hear no more about it. Any further particulars would be furnished by Captain Trimblett, upon his return.
"But when I asked him about it he referred me to you," said Hartley.
"The whole affair is most incomprehensible."
"We thought it would be a surprise to you," agreed Joan.
"It was," said her father, gloomily. "But if you are satisfied, I suppose it is all right."
He returned to the attack next day, but gained little information. Miss Hartley"s ideas concerning the various marriage ceremonies were of the vaguest, but by the aid of "Whitaker"s Almanack" she was enabled to declare that the marriage had taken place by license at a church in the district where Trimblett was staying. As a help to identification she added that the church was built of stone, and that the pew-opener had a cough. Tiresome questions concerning the marriage certificate were disposed of by leaving it in the captain"s pocket-book. And again she declared that she was tired of the subject.
"I can"t imagine what your aunt was thinking about," said her father.
"If you had let me write-"
"She knew nothing about it," said Joan, hastily; "and if you had written to her she would have thought that you were finding fault with her for not looking after me more. It"s done now, and if I"m satisfied and Captain Trimblett is satisfied, that is all that matters. You didn"t want me to be an old maid, did you?"
Mr. Hartley gave up the subject in despair, but Miss Willett, who called a day or two later, displayed far more perseverance. After the usual congratulations she sat down to discuss the subject at length, and subjected Joan to a series of questions which the latter had much difficulty in evading. For a newly married woman, Miss Willett could only regard her knowledge of matrimony as hazy in the extreme.
"She don"t want to talk about it," said Mr. Truefitt, the following evening as he sat side by side with Miss Willett in the little summer-house overlooking the river. "Perhaps she is repenting it already."
"It ought to be a tender memory," sighed Miss Willett. "I"m sure-"
She broke off and blushed.
"Yes?" said Mr. Truefitt, pinching her arm tenderly.