"That is better, I think," she said. "That was their thought, and that is my thought; and," she added, searching his face, "perhaps your thought also."
"Yes," he answered, "though somehow you concentrate it; I have never seen things, or, rather, this thing, quite so sharply."
"Because you have never been in a position to see them; they have not been brought home to you. Or your mind may have wanted an interpreter.
Perhaps I am that interpreter--for the moment." Then she added: "Were you afraid just now? Don"t tell me if you had rather not, only I should like to compare sensations. I was--more than on the ship. I admit it."
"No," he answered; "I suppose that I was too excited."
"What were you thinking of when we b.u.mped against the rocks?" she asked again.
"Well, now that you mention it," he replied, rubbing his forehead with his left hand like a man newly awakened, "I could think of nothing but that song of yours, which you sang upon the vessel. Everything grew dark for an instant, and through the darkness I remembered the song."
"Are you married?" she asked, as though speaking to herself.
"No; I am engaged."
"Then, why----" and she stopped, confused.
Morris guessed what had been in her mind, and of a sudden felt terribly ashamed.
"Because of that witch-song of yours," he answered, with a flash of anger, "which made me forget everything."
She smiled and answered. "It wasn"t the song; it was the excitement and struggle which blotted out the rest. One does not really think at all at such moments, or so I believe. I know that I didn"t, not just when we b.u.mped against the rock. But it is odd that you should believe that you remembered my song, for, according to tradition, that is just what the chant should do, and what it always did. Its ancient name means "The Over-Lord," because those who sang it and those who heard it were said to remember nothing else, and to fear nothing, not even Death our lord.
It is the welcome that they give to death."
"What egregious nonsense!" he blurted out.
"I daresay; but then, why do you understand my nonsense so well? Tell me, if you will, of what blood are you?"
"Danish, I believe, in the beginning."
"Oh," she said, laughing, "no doubt that accounts for it. Some forefather of yours may have heard the song of the Over-Lord, perhaps from the lips of some foremother of mine. So, of course, you remembered and understood."
"Such a thing will scarcely bear argument, will it?"
"Of course it won"t. I have only been joking all the time, though I do half believe in this old song, as my ancestors did before me. I mean, that as I thought I had to die, I liked to keep up the ancient custom and sing it first. It encouraged my spirits. But where are we going?"
"To where our spirits will need no more encouragement," he answered grimly; "or, at least, I fear it may be so. Miss Fregelius, to drop jests, it is blowing very hard off land; the sea is getting up, and this is but a small boat. We are doing pretty well now, but sooner or later, I fear, and I think it right to tell you, that a wave may p.o.o.p us and then----"
"There will be an end," said Stella. "Is there anything to be done? Have you any plan?"
"None, except to make the Far Lightship, as I told you; but even if we succeed, I don"t know whether it will be possible to get aboard of her unless the sea moderates."
"Won"t the lifeboat come out to look for you?" she asked.
He shook his head. "How could they find one tiny sail upon the great ocean? Moreover, it will be supposed either that I have foundered or made some port along the coast. There is the worst of it. I fear that it may be telegraphed everywhere," and he sighed deeply.
"Why?" she asked. "Are you a very important person that they should bother to do that? You see," she added in explanation, "I don"t even know your name or where you come from, only that you told me you worked in a shop which," she added reflectively, looking at him, "seems odd."
Even then and there Morris could not help a smile; really this young lady was very original.
"No," he answered, "I am not at all important, and I work in a shop because I am an inventor--or try to be--in the electrical line. My name is Morris Monk, and I am the son of Colonel Monk, and live at the Abbey House, Monksland. Now you know all about me."
"Oh! of course I do, Mr. Monk," she said in some confusion, "how foolish of me not to guess. You are my father"s princ.i.p.al new parishioner, of whom Mr. Tomley gave us a full description."
"Did he indeed? What did he say?" he asked idly.
"Do you really want to know, Mr. Monk?"
"Yes, if it is amusing. Just now I shall be grateful for anything that can divert my thoughts."
"And you will promise not to bear malice against Mr. Tomley?"
"Certainly, especially as he has gone away, and I don"t expect to see him any more."
"Well, he described your father, Colonel Monk, as a handsome and distinguished elderly gentleman of very good birth, and manners, too, when he chose, who intensely disliked growing old. He said that he thought of himself more than of anybody else in the world, and next of the welfare of his family, and that if we wished to get on with him we must be careful not to offend his dignity, as then he would be quarrelsome."
"That"s true enough, or most of it," answered Morris, "a good picture of my father"s weak side. And what was his definition of myself?"
"He said that you were in his opinion one of the most interesting people that he had ever met; that you were a dreamer and a mystic; that you cared for few of the things which usually attract young men, and that you were in practice almost a misogynist. He added that, although heretofore you had not succeeded, he thought that you possessed real genius in certain lines, but that you had not your father"s "courtly air," that was his term. Of course, I am only repeating, so you must not be angry."
"Well," said Morris, "I asked for candour and I have got it. Without admitting the accuracy of his definitions, I must say that I never thought that pompous old Tomley had so much observation." Then he added quickly, to change the subject, since the possible discussion of his own attributes, physical or mental, alarmed him, "Miss Fregelius, you have not told me how you came to be left aboard the ship."
"Really, Mr. Monk, I don"t know. I heard a confused noise in my sleep, and when I woke up it was to find myself alone, and the saloon half full of water. I suppose that after the vessel struck, the sailors, thinking that she was going down, got off at once, taking my father, who had been injured and made insensible in some way, with them as he happened to be on deck, leaving me to my chance. You know, we were the only pa.s.sengers."
"Were you not frightened when you found yourself all alone like that?"
"Yes, at first, dreadfully; then I was so distressed about my father, whom I thought dead, and angry with them for deserting me, that I forgot to be frightened, and afterwards--well, I was too proud. Besides, we must die alone, every one of us, so we may as well get accustomed to the idea."
Morris shrugged his shoulders impatiently.
"You think that I need not talk so much about our mortal end. Well, perhaps under all the circ.u.mstances, we may as well keep our thoughts on this world--while it lasts. You have not told me, Mr. Monk, how you came to be sailing about alone this morning. Did you come out to look at the wreck?"
"Do you think that I am mad?" he asked, not without indignation. "Should I make a journey at night, in a November fog, with every chance of a gale coming up, to the Sunk Rocks in this c.o.c.kle-sh.e.l.l, and alone, merely to look at the place where, as I understood rather vaguely, a foreign tramp steamer had gone down?"
"Well, it does seem rather odd. But why else did you come? Were you fishing? Men will risk a great deal for fishing, I know, I have seen that in Norway."
"Why do you pretend not to understand, Miss Fregelius? You must know perfectly well that I came to look for you."
"Indeed," she answered candidly, "I knew nothing of the sort. How did you find out that I was still on the ship, or that the ship was still above water? And even if you knew both, why should you risk your life just on the faint chance of rescuing a girl whom you never saw?"
"I can"t quite tell you; but your father in his delirium muttered some words which made me suspect the truth, and a sailor who could speak a little bad French said that the Trondhjem was lost upon some rocks.
Well, these are the only rocks about here; and as the whole story was too vague to carry to the lifeboat people I thought that I would come to look. So you see it is perfectly simple."
"So simple, Mr. Monk, that I do not understand it in the least. You must have known the risks, for you asked no one to share them--the risks that are so near and real;" and, shivering visibly, she looked at the grey combers seething past them, and the wind-torn horizon beyond. "Yet, you--you who have ties, faced all this on the chance of saving a stranger."
"Please, please," broke in Morris. "At any rate, you see, it was a happy inspiration."