"Oh yes, two or three. But he says he should like a little more practice, as it"s a very interesting subject."
"You really are the most ridiculous little kitten there ever was!
Talking like the President of the Royal College of Surgeons! Not a smile."
"We-ell, there"s nothing in _that_." Slightly offended dignity on Miss Sally"s part. "I say, the "bus is very late; it"s striking seven."
But just as St. Sennan ceases, and leaves the air clear for listening, Rosalind exclaims, "Isn"t that it?" And this time it is it, and by ten minutes past seven Fenwick is in the arms of his family, who congratulate him on a beautiful new suit of navy-blue serge, in which he looks very handsome.
Often now when she looks back to those days can Rosalind see before her the grave young face in the sundown, and hear the tale of Dr.
Conrad"s materialism. And then she sees once more over the smooth purple sea of the day before the little boat sculled by Vereker, with Sally in the stern steering. And the white sails of the Grace Darling of St. Sennans, that had taken a large party out at sixpence each person three hours ago, and couldn"t get back by herself for want of wind, and had to be towed by a row-boat, whose oars sounded rhythmically across the mile of intervening water. She was doing nothing to help, was Grace, but her sails flopped a little now and again, just enough to show how glad she would have been to do so with a little encouragement. Rosalind can see it all again quite plain, and the little white creamy cloud that had taken pity on the doctor sculling in the boat, and made a cool island of shadow, coloured imperial purple on the sea, for him and Sally to float in, and talk of how some unknown person, fool enough to get drowned, should one day be recalled from the gate of Death.
CHAPTER x.x.xII
HOW SALLY DIVED OFF THE BOAT, AND SHOCKED THE BEACH. OF THE SENSITIVE DELICACY OF THE OCTOPUS. AND OF DR. EVERETT GAYLER"S OPINIONS
Fenwick had been granted, or had appropriated, another week"s holiday, and the wine-trade was to lose some of his valuable services during that time. Not all, because in these days you can do so much by telegraph. Consequently the chimney-piece with the rabbits made of sh.e.l.ls on each side, and the model of the Dreadnought--with real planks and a companion-ladder that went too far down, and almost serviceable bra.s.s carronades ready for action--and a sampler by Mercy Lobjoit (1763), showing David much too small for the st.i.tches he was composed of, and even Goliath not big enough to have two lips--this chimney-piece soon become a magazine of yellow telegrams, which blew away when the window and door were open at the same time.
It was on the second of Fenwick"s days on this visit that an unusual storm of telegrams, as he came in to breakfast after an early dip in the sea, confirmed the statement in the paper of the evening before that W. and S.W. breezes might be expected later. "Wind freshening,"
was the phrase in which the forecast threw doubts on the permanency of its recent references to a smooth Channel-pa.s.sage. However, faith had already been undermined by current testimony to light easterly winds backing north, on the coast of Ireland. Sally was denouncing meteorology as imposture when the returning bather produced the effect recorded. It interrupted a question on his lips as he entered, and postponed it until the telegram papers had all been reinstated and the window closed, so that Mrs. Lobjoit might come in with the hot rolls and eggs and not have anything blown away. Then peace reigned and the question got asked.
"What are we going to do to-day?" said Sally, repeating it. "I know what I"m going to do first. I"m going to swim round the buoy."
"My dear, they"ll never put the machines down to-day." This was her mother.
"They"ll do it fast enough, if I tell "em to. It"s half the fun, having it a little rough."
"Well, kitten, I suppose you"ll go your own way; only I shall be very glad when you"re back in your machine. Coffee, Gerry?"
"Yes, coffee--in the big cup with the chip, and lots of milk. You"re a dangerous young monkey, Sarah; and I shall get old Benjamin"s boat, and hang about. And then you"ll be happy, Rosey, eh?"
"No, I shan"t! We shall have you getting capsized, too. (I put in three lumps of sugar.... No, _not_ little ones--_big_ ones!) What a thing it is to be connected with aquatic characters!"
"Never you mind the mother, Jeremiah. You get the boat. I should like it to dive off."
"All right, I"ll get Vereker, and we"ll row out. The doctor"s not bad as an oarsman. Bradshaw doesn"t make much of it. (Yes, thanks; another egg. The brown one preferred; don"t know why!) Yes, I"ll get Dr.
Conrad, and you shall come and dive off."
All which was duly done, and Sally got into great disgrace by scrambling up into the boat with the help of a looped rope hung over the side, and was thereafter known to more than one decorous family group frequenting the beach as that bold Miss Nightingale. But what did Sally care what those stuffy people thought about her, with such a set-off against their bad opinion as the glorious plunge down into the depths, and the rushing sea-murmur in her ears, the only sound in the strange green silence; and then the sudden magic of the change back to the dazzling sun on the moving foam, and some human voice that was speaking when she dived only just ending off? Surely, after so long a plunge down, down, that voice should have pa.s.sed on to some new topic.
For that black and shining merp.u.s.s.y, during one deep dive into the under-world of trackless waters, had had time to recollect an appointment with a friend, and had settled in her mind that, as soon as she was once more in upper air, she would mention it to the crew of the boat she had dived from. She was long enough under for that.
Then up she came into the rise and fall and ripple overhead like a sudden Loreley, and as soon as she could see where the boat had got to, and was free of a long stem of floating weed she had caught up in the foam, she found her voice. And in it, as it rang out in the morning air, was a world of youth and life and hope from which care was an outcast, flung to the winds and the waves.
"I say, Jeremiah, we"ve got to meet a friend of yours on the pier this afternoon."
"Time for you to come out of that water, Sarah." This name had become nearly invariable on Fenwick"s part. "Who"s your friend?"
"A young lady for you! She"s going to bring her dolly to be electrified for a penny. She"ll cry if we don"t go; so will dolly."
"Then we _must_ go, clearly. The doctor must come to see fair, or dolly may get electrocuted, like me." Fenwick very rarely spoke of his accident now; most likely would not have done so this time but for a motive akin to his wife"s nettle-grasping. He knew Sally would think of it, and would not have her suppose he shirked speaking of it.
But the laugh goes for a moment out of the face down there in the water, and the pearls that glittered in the sun have vanished and the eyes are grave beneath their brows. Only for a moment; then all the Loreley is back in evidence again, and Sally is pet.i.tioning for only one more plunge, and then she really will swim in. The crew protests, but the Loreley has her way; her sort generally has.
"I always wonder," says Dr. Conrad, as they row to sh.o.r.e with studied slowness--one must, to keep down to the pace of the swiftest swimmer--"I always wonder whether they found that half-crown." Probably he, too, only says this to accentuate the not-necessarily-to-be-avoided character of the subject.
The reason Fenwick answered nothing, but remained thoughtfully silent, was, as Dr. Vereker perceived after he had spoken, that the half-crown was mere hearsay to him, and, as such, naturally enforced speculation on the strange "B.C." period of which he knew nothing. Time did but little to minimise the painful character of such speculations, although it seemed to make them less and less frequent. Vereker said no more, partly because he felt this, partly because he was so engrossed with the Loreley. He dropped the half-crown.
"You needn"t row away yet," said the voice from the water. "The machines are miles off. Look here, I"m going to swim under the boat and come up on the other side!"
Said Fenwick: "You"ll be drowned, Sarah, before you"ve done! Do consider your mother a little!"
Said the Loreley: "All right! good-bye!" and disappeared. She was so long under that it was quite a relief when she reappeared, well off the boat"s counter; for, of course, there was some way on the boat, and Sally made none. The crew"s eyes had been watching the wrong water over the beam.
"Didn"t I do that nicely?... "Beautifully?" Yes, I should rather think I did! Good-bye; I must go to my machine! They won"t leave it down any longer."
Off went the swimmer in the highest spirits, and landed with some difficulty, so much had the south-west wind freshened; and the machine started up the beach at a brisk canter to rejoin its many unused companions on their higher level.
Dr. Conrad, with the exhilaration of the Loreley in his heart, was to meet with a damper administered to him by his affectionate parent, who had improved immensely in the sea air, and was getting quite an appet.i.te.
"There is nothing, my dear, that I detest more cordially than interference," said she, after accepting, rather more easily than usual, her son"s apologies for coming in late to lunch, and also being distinctly gracious to Mrs. Iggulden about the beefsteak-pudding.
"Your father disapproved of it, and the whole of my family. The words "never meddle" were on their lips from morning till night. Is it wonderful that I abstain from speaking, as I so often do? Whatever I see, I am silent." And accordingly was for a few ill.u.s.trative seconds.
But her son, conceiving that the pause was one very common in cases of incipient beefsteak-pudding, and really due to kidneys, made an autopsy of the centre of Mrs. Iggulden"s masterpiece; but when he had differentiated its contents and insulated kidneys beyond a doubt, he stood exposed and reproved by the tone in which his mother resumed:
"Not for me; I have oceans. I shall never eat what I have, and it _is_ so wasteful!... No, my dear. You ask, "What is it, then?" But I was going to tell you when you interrupted me." Here a pause for the Universe to settle down to attention. "There is always so much disturbance; but my meaning is plain. When I was a girl young women were different.... I dare say it is all right. I do not wish to lay myself open to ridicule for my old-fashioned opinions.... What _is_ it? I came back early, certainly, because I found the sun so tiring; but surely, my dear, you cannot have failed to see that our front window commands a full view of the bathing-machines. But I am silent.... Mrs. Iggulden does not understand making mustard.
Hers runs."
Dr. Conrad was not interested in the mustard. He _was_ about the cryptic attack on Sally"s swimming and diving, which he felt to have been dexterously conveyed in his parent"s speech with scarcely a word really to the point. There was no lack of skill in the Goody"s method. He flushed slightly, and made no immediate reply--even to a superhumanly meek, "I know I shall be told I am wrong"--until after he had complied with a requisition for a very little more--so small a quant.i.ty as to seem somehow to reduce the lady"s previous total morally, though it added to it physically--and then he spoke, taking the indictment for granted:
"I can"t see what you find fault with. Not Miss Sally"s bathing-costume; n.o.body could!" Which was truth itself, for nothing more elegant could have been found in the annals of bathing. "And if she has a boat to dive off, somebody must row it. Besides, her mother would object if...." But the doctor is impatient and annoyed--a rare thing with him. He treats his beefsteak-pudding coldly, causing his mother to say: "Then you can ring the bell."
However, she did not intend her text to be spoiled by irruptions of Mrs. Iggulden, so she waited until the frequent rice-pudding had elapsed, and then resumed at an advantage:
"You were very snappish and peevish with me just now, Conrad, without waiting to hear what I had to say. But I overlook it. I am your mother. If you had waited, I should have told you that I have no fault whatever to find with Miss Nightingale"s bathing-dress. It is, no doubt, strictly _en regle_. Nor can I say, in these days, what I think of girls practising exercises that in _my_ day were thought unwomanly.
All is changed now, and I am old-fashioned. But this I do say, that had your father, or your great-uncle, Dr. Everett Gayler, been told forty years ago that a time would come when it would be thought no disgrace for an _English girl_ to jump off a boat with an _unmarried man_ in it.... My dear, I am sure the latter would have made one of those acrid and biting remarks for which he was celebrated in his own circle, and which have even, I believe, been repeated by Royalty. That is the only thing I have to say. I say nothing of girls learning to swim and dive. I say nothing of their bicycling. Possibly the young lady who pa.s.sed the window this morning with a gentleman _on the same bicycle_ was properly engaged to him; or his sister. Even about the practice of Sandow, or j.a.panese wrestling, I have nothing to say. But if they are to dive off boats in the open sea, in the face of all the beach, at least let the boats be rowed by married men. That is all I ask. It is very little."
What fools mothers sometimes are about their sons! They contrive that these sons shall pa.s.s through youth to early manhood without a suspicion that even mothers have human weaknesses. Then, all in a moment, just when love has ridden triumphant into the citadel of the boys" souls, they will sacrifice all--all they have won in a lifetime--to indulge some petty spleen against the new _regime_ that threatens their dethronement. And there is no surer way of undermining a son"s loyalty than to suggest a want of delicate feeling in the new Queen--nothing that can make him question the past so effectually as to force him to hold his nostrils in a smell of propriety, puffed into what seems to him a gale from heaven.
The contrast between the recent merp.u.s.s.y in the freshening seas, and this, as it seemed to him, perfectly gratuitous intrusion of moral carbolic acid, gave Dr. Conrad a sense of nausea, which his love for his mother enjoined ignorance of. His mind cast about, not for ways of excusing Sally--the idea!--but of whitewashing his mother, without seeming to suggest that her own mind had anything Fescennine about it.
This is always the great difficulty skywardness has in dealing with the moral scavenger. Are not the motives of purity unimpeachable?
Goody Vereker, however, did not suspect herself of being a fool. On the contrary, she felt highly satisfied with her speech, and may be said to have hugged its peroration. Her son flushed slightly and bit his lip, giving the old lady time for a corollary in a subdued and chastened voice.