"Who sent you for us? Susannah?"
"Susannah"s no better than a daft woman. Peter Benny sent me.
He took down the news to Mrs. Purchase, and she told him where you was gone. He called out the horse-boat and packed me across the ferry instanter."
Myra gazed along the ridge of the mare"s back to her heaving shoulders.
"Clem!" she whispered.
"Yes," said the boy slowly, "I am trying to understand. Why are we going so fast?"
So he too found it difficult. In truth their grandfather had stood outside their lives, a stern, towering shadow from the touch of which they crept away to nestle in each other"s love. Because his presence brooded indoors they had never felt happy of the house. Because he seldom set foot in the garden they had made the garden their playground, their real nursery; the garden, and on wet days the barn, the hay-lofts, the apple-lofts, any Alsatia beyond the rules, where they could run free and lift their voices. He had never been unkind, but merely neglectful, unsmiling, coldly deterrent, unapproachable. They knew, of course, that he was great, that grown men and women stood in awe of him.
When at length Jim Tregay reined up in the roadway above the ferry, they found a vehicle at a stand there, with a rough-coated grey horse in a lather of sweat; and peering over the wall from her perch in the spring-cart, Myra spied Mr. Benny on the slipway below, in converse with a tall, black-coated man who held by the hand a black-coated boy.
As a child, she naturally let her gaze rest longer on the boy than on the man; but by and by, as she led Clem down the slipway, she found herself staring at the two with almost equal distaste.
Little Mr. Benny ran up the slipway to meet the children. His eyes were red, and it was with difficulty that he controlled his voice.
"My dears," he began, taking Myra by the hand and clasping it between his palms, "my poor dears, a blow indeed! a terrible blow! Your uncle--dear me, I believe you have never met! Let me present you to your uncle, Mr. Samuel, and your cousin, Master Calvin Rosewarne. These are the children, Mr. Samuel--Miss Myra and Master Clem--and, as I was saying, I sent a trap to fetch them home with all speed."
The man in black shook hands with the children gloomily. Myra noted that his whiskers were black and straggling, and that, though his upper lip was long, it did not hide his prominent yellow teeth. As for the boy, he shook hands as if Under protest, and fell at once to staring hard at Clem.
He had a pasty-white face, which looked the unhealthier for being surmounted by a natty velveteen cap with a patent-leather up-and-down peak, and he wore a black overcoat, like a minister"s, knickerbockers, grey woollen stockings, and spring-side boots, the tags of which he had neglected to turn in.
"You sent for them?" asked Mr. Samuel sourly as he shook hands, turning a fishy eye upon Mr. Benny. "Why did you send for them?"
"Eh?" stammered Mr. Benny. "Their poor grandfather, Mr. Samuel! I could not have forgiven myself. It was, after telegraphing to you, my first thought."
"I can"t see with what object you sent for them," persisted Mr. Samuel, and pulled at his ragged whiskers. "Were they--er--away on a visit?
staying with friends? If so, I should have thought they were much better left till after the funeral."
He shifted his gaze from Mr. Benny and fixed it on Myra, who flushed hotly. What right had this Mr. Samuel to be interfering and taking charge?
"We were not staying with friends," she answered, "or paying any visit.
Clem and I have never slept away from home in our lives. We have been across the bay with the rafts--that"s all; and Aunt Hannah gave Us leave."
He ignored her display of temper. "You"ve been let run wild, you two, I daresay," he replied, in a tone almost rallying. "I guess you have had matters pretty much your own way."
Poor Myra! This was the first whole holiday she and Clem had ever taken.
But how could she tell him? She gulped down her tears--she was glad he had turned away without perceiving them--clutched Clem"s hand in silence, and followed down to the boat, which Uncle Vro was bringing alongside.
As the party settled themselves in the sternsheets Master Calvin fixed his pale, gooseberry-coloured eyes on hers.
"You needn"t show temper," he said slowly, with the air of a young ruminant animal.
"I"m not showing temper!" Myra retorted in a tone which certainly belied her.
"Yes, you are; and you"ve told a fib, which only makes things worse."
He smiled complacently at having beaten her in argument, and Myra thought she had never met such an insufferable boy in her life.
He transferred his unblinking stare to Clem, and for half a minute took stock of him silently. "Is he blind," he asked aloud, "or only pretending?"
Myra"s face flamed now. A little more, and she had boxed his ears; but she checked herself and, caressing the back of Clem"s hand, answered with grave irony, "He _was_ blind, up to a minute ago; but now, since seeing you, he prefers to be pretending."
Master Calvin considered this for almost a minute. "That"s rude," he announced at length decisively.
But meanwhile other pa.s.sengers in the boat had found time to get themselves at loggerheads.
"Your servant, Master Samuel!" began old Nicky affably, as he fell to his oars. "I hope I see "ee well, though "tis a sad wind that blows "ee here.
Ay, there"s a prophet gone this day from Israel!"
Mr. Samuel frowned. "Good-evening," he answered coldly, and added, with an effort to be polite, "I seem to know your face, too."
"He-he!" Uncle Nicky leaned on his oars with a senile chuckle.
"Know my face, dost-a? Ought to, be sure, for I be the same Nicholas Vro that ferried "ee back and forth in the old days afore your father"s stomach soured against "ee. Dostn"t-a mind that evening I put "ee across with your trunks for the last time? "Never take on, Master Sam," said I-- for all the parish knew and talked of your differences--"give the old man time, and you"ll be coming home for the Christmas holidays as welcome as flowers in May." "Not me," says you; "my father"s is a house o" wrath, and there"s no place for me." A mort o" tide-water have runned up an"
down since you spoke they words; but here be I, Nicholas Vro, takin" "ee back home as I promised. Many times I"ve a-pictered "ee, hearing you was grown prosperous and a married man and had took up with religion.
I won"t say that years have bettered your appearance; "tisn"t their way.
But I"d ha" picked out your face in a crowd--or your cheeld"s, for that matter. He features you wonderful."
"I remember you now," said Mr. Sam. "You haven"t grown any less talkative in all these years." He turned to Mr. Benny. "Your telegram was sent off at nine-forty-five. Was that as early as possible?"
"I can say "yes" to that, Mr. Samuel. Of course I had to begin by quieting the servants--they were scared out of their wits, and it took me some time to coax them out of their alarm. Then, taking boat, I rowed down to the post-office, stopping only at the barque yonder, to break the news to Mrs. Purchase. She put on her bonnet at once and was rowed ash.o.r.e. "Twas from her, too, I learned the whereabouts of Miss Myra and Master Clem; for up at the house they could not be found, and this had thrown Miss Susannah into worse hysterics--she could only imagine some new disaster. At first I was minded to send a boat after them, but by this time the rafts were a good two miles beyond the harbour, and Mrs. Purchase said, "No, they can do no good, poor dears; let them have their few hours"
pleasure." From the barque I pulled straight to the post-office, and sent off the telegram, and--dear me, yes--at the same time I posted a letter.
I had found it, ready stamped, lying on the floor by my poor master"s feet. It must have dropped from his hand; no doubt he had just finished writing it when the end came."
"But why such a hurry to post it?"
"It was marked "Private and Immediate.""
"For whom?"
Mr. Benny hesitated. "You will excuse me, Mr. Samuel."--
"Confidential?"
"As a matter of fact, sir, when Mr. Rosewarne marked his letters so I made it a rule never to read the address. But this one--coming upon it as I did--I couldn"t help."--
"You prefer to keep the address to yourself?"
"With your leave, sir."
Mr. Samuel eyed him sharply. "Quite right!" he said curtly, with a glance at Uncle Vro; but the old man was not listening.
"Lord! and I mind his second marriage!" he muttered. "A proper lady she was, from up Tamar-way. He brought her home across water, and that"s unlucky, they say; but he never minded luck. Firm as a nail he ever was, and put me in mind of the nail in Isaiah: "As a nail in a sure place I will fasten him, and they shall hang upon him all the glory of his father"s house, the offspring and the issue, all vessels of small quant.i.ty, from the vessels of cups even to all the vessels of flagons."
But the offspring and the issue, my dears," he went on, addressing Clem and Myra, "was but your poor mother. Well-a-well, weak or strong, we go in our time!"
As they landed and climbed the hill, Mr. Sam spoke with Peter Benny aside.
"They may ask about that letter at the inquest. You have thought of the inquest, of course?"
"If they do, I must answer them."