They stumbled out, one by one, and joined the great company which was now swarming over the upper deck, each man and woman forlorn and lonely as human beings must ever be when individually face to face with death.
c.o.xeter"s right hand gripped firmly Mrs. Archdale"s arm. She was pressing closely to his side, shrinking back from the rough crowd surging about them, and he was filled with a fierce protective tenderness which left no room in his mind for any thought of self. His one thought was how to preserve his companion from contact with some of those about them; wild-eyed, already distraught creatures, swayed with a terror which set them apart from the ma.s.s of quiet, apparently dazed people who stood patiently waiting to do what they were told.
Close to Nan and c.o.xeter two men were talking Spanish; they were gesticulating, and seemed to be disagreeing angrily as to what course to pursue. Presently one of them suddenly produced a long knife which glittered in the torchlight; with it he made a gesture as if to show the other that he meant to cut his way through the crowd towards the spot, now railed off with rope barriers, where the boats were being got ready for the water.
With a quick movement c.o.xeter unb.u.t.toned his cloak and drew Nan within its folds; putting his arms round her he held her, loosely and yet how firmly clasped to his breast. "I can"t help it," he muttered apologetically. "Forgive me!" As only answer she seemed to draw yet closer to him, and then she lay, still and silent, within his sheltering arms,--and at that moment he remembered to be glad he had not kissed her wrist.
They two stood there, encompa.s.sed by a living wall, and yet how strangely alone. The fog had become less dense, or else the resin torches which flared up all about them cleared the air.
From the captain"s bridge there whistled every quarter minute a high rocket, and soon from behind the wall of fog came in answer distant signals full of a mingled mockery and hope to the people waiting there.
But for John c.o.xeter the drama of his own soul took precedence of that going on round him. Had he been alone he would have shared to the full the awful, exasperating feeling of being trapped, of there being nothing to be done, which possessed all the thinking minds about him. But he was not alone----
Nan, lying on his breast, seemed to pour virtue into him--to make him extraordinarily alive. Never had he felt death, extinction so near, and yet there seemed to be something outside himself, a spirit informing, uplifting, and conquering the flesh.
Perceptions, sympathies, which had lain dormant during the whole of his thirty-nine years of life, now sprang into being. His imagination awoke. He saw that it was this woman, now standing, with such complete trust in the niceness of his honour, heart to heart with him, who had made the best of that at once solitary and companioned journey which we call life. He had thought her to be a fool; he now saw that, if a fool, she had been a divine fool, ever engaged while on her pilgrimage with the only things that now mattered. How great was the sum of her achievement compared with his. She had been a beacon diffusing light and warmth; he a shadow among shadows. If to-night he were engulfed in the unknown, for so death was visioned by John c.o.xeter, who would miss him, who would feel the poorer for his sudden obliteration?
c.o.xeter came back into the present; he looked round him, and for the first time he felt the disabling clutch of physical fear. The life-belts were being given out, and there came to him a horrid vision of the people round him as they might be an hour hence, drowned, heads down, legs up, done to death by those monstrous yellow bracelets which they were now putting on with such clumsy, feverish eagerness.
He was touched on the arm, and a husky voice, with which he was by now familiar, said urgently, "Mr. c.o.xeter--see, I"ve brought your bag out of the saloon." The man whose name he knew to be Victor Munich was standing at his elbow. "Look here, don"t take offence, Mr. c.o.xeter, I think better of the----" he hesitated--"the life-saver that you"ve got in this bag of yours than you do. I"m willing to give you a fancy price for it--what would you say to a thousand pounds? I daresay I shan"t have occasion to use it, but of course I take that risk."
c.o.xeter, with a quick, un.o.btrusive movement, released Mrs. Archdale. He turned and stared, not pleasantly, at the man who was making him so odd an offer. d.a.m.n the fellow"s impudence! "The life-saver is not for sale,"
he said shortly.
Nan had heard but little of the quick colloquy. She did not connect it with the fact that the strong protecting arms which had been about her were now withdrawn,--and the tears came into her eyes. She felt both in a physical and in a spiritual sense suddenly alone. John c.o.xeter, the one human being who ever attempted to place himself on a more intimate, personal plane with her, happened, by a strange irony of fate, to be her companion in this awful adventure. But even he had now turned away from her....
Nay, that was not quite true. He was again looking down at her, and she felt his hand groping for hers. As he found and clasped it, he made a movement as if he wished again to draw her towards him. Gently she resisted, and at once she felt that he responded to her feeling of recoil, and Nan, with a confused sense of shame and anger, was now hurt by his submission. Most men in his place would have made short work of her resistance,--would have taken her, masterfully, into the shelter of his arms.
There came a little stir among the people on the deck. c.o.xeter heard a voice call out in would-be-cheery tones, "Now then, ladies! Please step out--ladies and children only. Look sharp!" A sailor close by whispered gruffly to his mate, "I"ll stick to her anyhow. No crowded boats for me!
I expect she"ll be a good hour settling--perhaps a bit longer."
As the first boat-load swung into the water, some of the people about them gave a little cheer. c.o.xeter thought, but he will never be quite sure, that in that cheer Nan joined. There was a delay of a minute; then again the captain"s voice rang out, this time in a sharper, more peremptory tone, "Now, ladies, look sharp! Come along, please."
c.o.xeter unclasped Nan"s hand--he did not know how tightly he had been holding it. He loved her. G.o.d, how he loved her! And now he must send her away--away into the shrouding fog--away, just as he had found her.
If what he had overheard were true, might he not be sending Nan to a worse fate than that of staying to take the risk with him?
But the very man who had spoken so doubtfully of the boats just now came forward. "You"d best hurry your lady forward, sir. There"s no time to lose." There was an anxious, warning note in the rough voice.
"You must go now," said c.o.xeter heavily. "I shall be all right, Mrs.
Archdale," for she was making no movement forward. "There"ll be plenty of room for the men in the next boat. I"d walk across the deck with you, but I"m afraid they won"t allow that." He spoke in his usual matter-of-fact, rather dry tone, and Nan looked up at him doubtingly.
Did he really wish her to leave him?
Flickering streaks of light fell on his face. It was convulsed with feeling,--with what had become an agony of renunciation. She withdrew her eyes, feeling a shamed, exultant pang of joy. "I"ll wait till there"s room for you, too, Mr. c.o.xeter." She breathed rather than actually uttered the words aloud.
Another woman standing close by was saying the same thing to her companion, but in far more eager, more vociferous tones. "Is it likely that I should go away now and leave you, Bob? Of course not--don"t be ridiculous!" But the Rendels pushed forward, and finally both found places in this, the last boat but one.
Victor Munich was still standing close to John c.o.xeter, and Mrs.
Archdale, glancing at his sallow, terror-stricken face, felt a thrill of generous pity for the man. "Mr. c.o.xeter," she whispered, "do give him that life-saver! Did he not ask you for it just now? We don"t want it."
c.o.xeter bent down and unstrapped his portmanteau. He handed to Nan the odd, toy-like thing by which he had set so little store, but which now he let go with a touch of reluctance. He saw her move close to the man whose name she did not know. "Here is the life-saver," she said kindly; "I heard you say you would like it."
"But you?"--he stammered--"how about you?"
"I don"t want it. I shall be all right. I shouldn"t put it on in any case."
He took it then, avidly; and they saw him go forward with a quick, stealthy movement to the place where the last boat was being got ready for the water.
"There"s plenty of room for you and the lady now, sir!" c.o.xeter hurried Nan across the deck, but suddenly they were pushed roughly back. The rope barriers had been cut, and a hand-to-hand struggle was taking place round the boat,--an ugly scrimmage to which as little reference as possible was made at the wreck inquiry afterwards. To those who looked on it was a horrible, an unnerving sight; and this time c.o.xeter with sudden strength took Nan back into his arms. He felt her trembling, shuddering against him,--what she had just seen had loosed fear from its leash.
"I"m frightened," she moaned. "Oh, Mr. c.o.xeter, I"m so horribly frightened of those men! Are they all gone?"
"Yes," he said grimly, "most of them managed to get into the boat. Don"t be frightened. I think we"re safer here than we should be with those ruffians."
Another man would have found easy terms of endearment and comfort for almost any woman so thrust on his protection and care, but the very depth of c.o.xeter"s feeling seemed to make him dumb,--that and his anguished fear lest by his fault, by his own want of quickness, she had perhaps missed her chance of being saved.
But what he was lacking another man supplied. This was the captain, and Nan, listening to the cheering, commonplace words, felt her nerve, her courage, come back.
"Stayed with your husband?" he said, coming up to them. "Quite right, mum! Don"t you be frightened. Look at me and my men, we"re not frightened--not a bit of it! My boat will last right enough for us to be picked off ten times over. I tell you quite fairly and squarely, if I"d my wife aboard I"d "a kept her with me. I"d rather be on this boat of mine than I would be out there, on the open water, in this fog." But as he walked back to the place where stood the rocket apparatus, c.o.xeter heard him mutter, "The brutes! Not all seconds or thirds either. I wish I had "em here, I"d give "em what for!"
Later, when reading the narratives supplied by some of the pa.s.sengers who perforce had remained on the doomed boat, c.o.xeter was surprised to learn how many thrilling experiences he had apparently missed during the long four hours which elapsed before their rescue. And yet the time of waiting and suspense probably appeared as long to him as it did to any of the fifty odd souls who stayed, all close together, on the upper deck waiting with what seemed a stolid resignation for what might next befall them.
From the captain, c.o.xeter, leaving Mrs. Archdale for a moment, had extracted the truth. They had drifted down the French coast. They were on a dangerous reef of rock, and the rising of the wind, the lifting of the fog, for which they all looked so eagerly, might be the signal for the breaking up of the boat. On the other hand, the boat might hold for days. It was all a chance.
c.o.xeter kept what he had learnt to himself, but he was filled with a dull, aching sensation of suspense. His remorse that he had not hurried Mrs. Archdale into one of the first boats became almost intolerable. Why had he not placed her in the care even of the Jew, Victor Munich, who was actually seated in the last boat before the scramble round it had begun?
More fortunate than he, Mrs. Archdale found occupation in tending the few forlorn women who had been thrust back. He watched her moving among them with an admiration no longer unwilling; she looked bright, happy, almost gay, and the people to whom she talked, to whom she listened, caught something of her spirit. c.o.xeter would have liked to follow her example, but though he saw that some of the men round him were eager to talk and to discuss the situation, his tongue refused to form words of commonplace cheer.
When with the coming of the dawn the fog lifted, Nan came up to c.o.xeter as he stood apart, while the other pa.s.sengers were crowding round a fire which had been lit on the open deck. Together in silence they watched the rolling away of the enshrouding mist; together they caught sight of the fleet of French fishing boats from which was to come succour.
As he turned and clasped her hand, he heard her say, more to herself than to him, "I did not think we should be saved."
III
John c.o.xeter was standing in the library of Mrs. Archdale"s home in Wimpole Street. Two nights had elapsed since their arrival in London, and now he was to see her for the first time since they had parted on the Charing Cross platform, in the presence of the crowd of people comprised of unknown sympathisers, acquaintances, and friends who had come to meet them.
He looked round him with a curious sense of unfamiliarity. The colouring of the room was grey and white, with touches of deep-toned mahogany. It was Nan"s favourite sitting-room, though it still looked what it had been ever since Nan could remember it--a man"s room. In his day her father had been a collector of books, medals, and engravings connected with the severer type of eighteenth-century art and letters.
In a sense this room always pleased c.o.xeter"s fancy, partly because it implied a great many things that money and even modern culture cannot buy. But now, this morning--for it was still early, and he was on his way to his office for the first time since what an aunt of his had called his mysterious preservation from death--he seemed to see everything in this room in another light. Everything which had once been to him important had become, if not worthless, then unessential.
He had sometimes secretly wondered why Mrs. Archdale, possessed as she was of considerable means, had not altered the old house, had not made it pretty as her friends" houses and rooms were pretty; but to-day he no longer wondered at this. His knowledge of the fleetingness of life, and of the unimportance of all he had once thought so important, was too vividly present....
She came into the room, and he saw that she was dressed in a more feminine kind of garment than that in which he generally saw her. It was white, and though girdled with a black ribbon, it made her look very young, almost girlish.