Thus he knew no more about the Robsons when he returned to Monkshaven, than he had done on the day when he had last seen them; and, of course, his first task there was to give a long _viva voce_ account of all his London proceedings to the two brothers Foster, who, considering that they had heard the result of everything by letter, seemed to take an insatiable interest in details.
He could hardly tell why, but even when released from the Fosters"
parlour, he was unwilling to go to Haytersbank Farm. It was late, it is true, but on a May evening even country people keep up till eight or nine o"clock. Perhaps it was because Hepburn was still in his travel-stained dress; having gone straight to the shop on his arrival in Monkshaven. Perhaps it was because, if he went this night for the short half-hour intervening before bed-time, he would have no excuse for paying a longer visit on the following evening. At any rate, he proceeded straight to Alice Rose"s, as soon as he had finished his interview with his employers.
Both Hester and Coulson had given him their welcome home in the shop, which they had, however, left an hour or two before him.
Yet they gave him a fresh greeting, almost one in which surprise was blended, when he came to his lodgings. Even Alice seemed gratified by his spending this first evening with them, as if she had thought it might have been otherwise. Weary though he was, he exerted himself to talk and to relate what he had done and seen in London, as far as he could without breaking confidence with his employers.
It was something to see the pleasure he gave to his auditors, although there were several mixed feelings in their minds to produce the expression of it which gratified him. Coulson was sorry for his former ungenerous reception of the news that Philip was going to London; Hester and her mother each secretly began to feel as if this evening was like more happy evenings of old, before the Robsons came to Haytersbank Farm; and who knows what faint delicious hopes this resemblance may not have suggested?
While Philip, restless and excited, feeling that he could not sleep, was glad to pa.s.s away the waking hours that must intervene before to-morrow night, at times, he tried to make them talk of what had happened in Monkshaven during his absence, but all had gone on in an eventless manner, as far as he could gather; if they knew of anything affecting the Robsons, they avoided speaking of it to him; and, indeed, how little likely were they ever to have heard their names while he was away?
CHAPTER XX
LOVED AND LOST
Philip walked towards the Robsons" farm like a man in a dream, who has everything around him according to his wish, and yet is conscious of a secret mysterious inevitable drawback to his enjoyment. Hepburn did not care to think--would not realize what this drawback, which need not have been mysterious in his case, was.
The May evening was glorious in light and shadow. The crimson sun warmed up the chilly northern air to a semblance of pleasant heat.
The spring sights and sounds were all about; the lambs were bleating out their gentle weariness before they sank to rest by the side of their mothers; the linnets were chirping in every bush of golden gorse that grew out of the stone walls; the lark was singing her good-night in the cloudless sky, before she dropped down to her nest in the tender green wheat; all spoke of brooding peace--but Philip"s heart was not at peace.
Yet he was going to proclaim his good fortune. His masters had that day publicly announced that Coulson and he were to be their successors, and he had now arrived at that longed-for point in his business, when he had resolved to openly speak of his love to Sylvia, and might openly strive to gain her love. But, alas! the fulfilment of that wish of his had lagged sadly behind. He was placed as far as he could, even in his most sanguine moments, have hoped to be as regarded business, but Sylvia was as far from his attainment as ever--nay, farther. Still the great obstacle was removed in Kinraid"s impressment. Philip took upon himself to decide that, with such a man as the specksioneer, absence was equivalent to faithless forgetfulness. He thought that he had just grounds for this decision in the account he had heard of Kinraid"s behaviour to Annie Coulson; to the other nameless young girl, her successor in his fickle heart; in the ribald talk of the sailors in the Newcastle public-house. It would be well for Sylvia if she could forget as quickly; and, to promote this oblivion, the name of her lover should never be brought up, either in praise or blame. And Philip would be patient and enduring; all the time watching over her, and labouring to win her reluctant love.
There she was! He saw her as he stood at the top of the little hill-path leading down to the Robsons" door. She was out of doors, in the garden, which, at some distance from the house, sloped up the bank on the opposite side of the gully; much too far off to be spoken to--not too far off to be gazed at by eyes that caressed her every movement. How well Philip knew that garden; placed long ago by some tenant of the farm on a southern slope; walled in with rough moorland stones; planted with berry-bushes for use, and southernwood and sweet-briar for sweetness of smell. When the Robsons had first come to Haytersbank, and Sylvia was scarcely more than a pretty child, how well he remembered helping her with the arrangement of this garden; laying out his few spare pence in hen-and-chicken daisies at one time, in flower-seeds at another; again in a rose-tree in a pot. He knew how his unaccustomed hands had laboured with the spade at forming a little primitive bridge over the beck in the hollow before winter streams should make it too deep for fording; how he had cut down branches of the mountain-ash and covered them over, yet decked with their scarlet berries, with sods of green turf, beyond which the brilliancy crept out; but now it was months and years since he had been in that garden, which had lost its charm for Sylvia, as she found the bleak sea-winds came up and blighted all endeavours at cultivating more than the most useful things--pot-herbs, marigolds, potatoes, onions, and such-like. Why did she tarry there now, standing quite motionless up by the highest bit of wall, looking over the sea, with her hand shading her eyes?
Quite motionless; as if she were a stone statue. He began to wish she would move--would look at him--but any way that she would move, and not stand gazing thus over that great dreary sea.
He went down the path with an impatient step, and entered the house-place. There sat his aunt spinning, and apparently as well as ever. He could hear his uncle talking to Kester in the neighbouring shippen; all was well in the household. Why was Sylvia standing in the garden in that strange quiet way?
"Why, lad! thou"rt a sight for sair een!" said his aunt, as she stood up to welcome him back. "An" when didst ta come, eh?--but thy uncle will be glad to see thee, and to hear thee talk about yon pleughs; he"s thought a deal o" thy letters. I"ll go call him in."
"Not yet," said Philip, stopping her in her progress towards the door. "He"s busy talking to Kester. I"m in no haste to be gone. I can stay a couple of hours. Sit down, and tell me how you are yoursel"--and how iverything is. And I"ve a deal to tell you."
"To be sure--to be sure. To think thou"s been in Lunnon sin" I saw thee!--well to be sure! There"s a vast o" coming and going i" this world. Thou"ll mind yon specksioneer lad, him as was cousin to t"
Corneys--Charley Kinraid?"
Mind him! As if he could forget him.
"Well! he"s dead and gone."
"Dead! Who told you? I don"t understand," said Philip, in strange bewilderment. Could Kinraid have tried to escape after all, and been wounded, killed in the attempt? If not, how should they know he was dead? Missing he might be, though how this should be known was strange, as he was supposed to be sailing to the Greenland seas. But dead! What did they mean? At Philip"s worst moment of hatred he had hardly dared to wish him dead.
"Dunnot yo" mention it afore our Sylvie; we niver speak on him to her, for she takes it a deal to heart, though I"m thinkin" it were a good thing for her; for he"d got a hold of her--he had on Bessy Corney, too, as her mother telled me;--not that I iver let on to them as Sylvia frets after him, so keep a calm sough, my lad. It"s a girl"s fancy--just a kind o" calf-love; let it go by; and it"s well for her he"s dead, though it"s hard to say so on a drowned man."
"Drowned!" said Philip. "How do yo" know?" half hoping that the poor drenched swollen body might have been found, and thus all questions and dilemmas solved. Kinraid might have struggled overboard with ropes or handcuffs on, and so have been drowned.
"Eh, lad! there"s no mis...o...b..in" it. He were thought a deal on by t"
captain o" t" _Urania_; and when he niver come back on t" day when she ought for to have sailed, he sent to Kinraid"s people at Cullercoats, and they sent to Brunton"s i" Newca.s.sel, and they knew he"d been here. T" captain put off sailing for two or three days, that he might ha" that much law; but when he heard as Kinraid were not at Corneys", but had left "em a"most on to a week, he went off to them Northern seas wi" t" next best specksioneer he could find.
For there"s no use speaking ill on t" dead; an" though I couldn"t abear his coming for iver about t" house, he were a rare good specksioneer, as I"ve been told."
"But how do you know he was drowned?" said Philip, feeling guiltily disappointed at his aunt"s story.
"Why, lad! I"m a"most ashamed to tell thee, I were sore put out mysel"; but Sylvia were so broken-hearted like I couldn"t cast it up to her as I should ha" liked: th" silly la.s.s had gone and gi"en him a bit o" ribbon, as many a one knowed, for it had been a vast noticed and admired that evenin" at th" Corneys"--new year"s eve I think it were--and t" poor vain peac.o.c.k had tied it on his hat, so that when t" tide----hist! there"s Sylvie coming in at t" back-door; never let on," and in a forced made-up voice she inquired aloud, for hitherto she had been speaking almost in a whisper,--
"And didst ta see King George an" Queen Charlotte?"
Philip could not answer--did not hear. His soul had gone out to meet Sylvia, who entered with quiet slowness quite unlike her former self. Her face was wan and white; her gray eyes seemed larger, and full of dumb tearless sorrow; she came up to Philip, as if his being there touched her with no surprise, and gave him a gentle greeting as if he were a familiar indifferent person whom she had seen but yesterday. Philip, who had recollected the quarrel they had had, and about Kinraid too, the very last time they had met, had expected some trace of this remembrance to linger in her looks and speech to him. But there was no such sign; her great sorrow had wiped away all anger, almost all memory. Her mother looked at her anxiously, and then said in the same manner of forced cheerfulness which she had used before,--
"Here"s Philip, la.s.s, a" full o" Lunnon; call thy father in, an we"ll hear a" about t" new-fangled pleughs. It"ll be rare an" nice a" sitting together again."
Sylvia, silent and docile, went out to the shippen to obey her mother"s wish. Bell Robson leant forward towards Philip, misinterpreting the expression on his face, which was guilt as much as sympathy, and checked the possible repentance which might have urged him on at that moment to tell all he knew, by saying, "Lad!
it"s a" for t" best. He were noane good enough for her; and I mis...o...b.. me he were only playin" wi" her as he"d done by others. Let her a-be, let her a-be; she"ll come round to be thankful."
Robson bustled in with loud welcome; all the louder and more talkative because he, like his wife, a.s.sumed a cheerful manner before Sylvia. Yet he, unlike his wife, had many a secret regret over Kinraid"s fate. At first, while merely the fact of his disappearance was known, Daniel Robson had hit on the truth, and had stuck to his opinion that the cursed press-gang were at the bottom of it. He had backed his words by many an oath, and all the more because he had not a single reason to give that applied to the present occasion. No one on the lonely coast had remarked any sign of the presence of the men-of-war, or the tenders that accompanied them, for the purpose of impressment on the king"s ships. At Shields, and at the mouth of the Tyne, where they lay in greedy wait, the owners of the _Urania_ had caused strict search to be made for their skilled and protected specksioneer, but with no success.
All this positive evidence in contradiction to Daniel Robson"s opinion only made him cling to it the more; until the day when the hat was found on the sh.o.r.e with Kinraid"s name written out large and fair in the inside, and the tell-tale bit of ribbon knotted in the band. Then Daniel, by a sudden revulsion, gave up every hope; it never entered his mind that it could have fallen off by any accident. No! now Kinraid was dead and drowned, and it was a bad job, and the sooner it could be forgotten the better for all parties; and it was well no one knew how far it had gone with Sylvia, especially now since Bessy Corney was crying her eyes out as if he had been engaged to her. So Daniel said nothing to his wife about the mischief that had gone on in her absence, and never spoke to Sylvia about the affair; only he was more than usually tender to her in his rough way, and thought, morning, noon, and night, on what he could do to give her pleasure, and drive away all recollection of her ill-starred love.
To-night he would have her sit by him while Philip told his stories, or heavily answered questions put to him. Sylvia sat on a stool by her father"s knee, holding one of his hands in both of hers; and presently she laid down her head upon them, and Philip saw her sad eyes looking into the flickering fire-light with long unwinking stare, showing that her thoughts were far distant. He could hardly go on with his tales of what he had seen, and what done, he was so full of pity for her. Yet, for all his pity, he had now resolved never to soothe her with the knowledge of what he knew, nor to deliver the message sent by her false lover. He felt like a mother withholding something injurious from the foolish wish of her plaining child.
But he went away without breathing a word of his good fortune in business. The telling of such kind of good fortune seemed out of place this night, when the thought of death and the loss of friends seemed to brood over the household, and cast its shadow there, obscuring for the time all worldly things.
And so the great piece of news came out in the ordinary course of gossip, told by some Monkshaven friend to Robson the next market day. For months Philip had been looking forward to the sensation which the intelligence would produce in the farm household, as a preliminary to laying his good fortune at Sylvia"s feet. And they heard of it, and he away, and all chance of his making use of it in the manner he had intended vanished for the present.
Daniel was always curious after other people"s affairs, and now was more than ever bent on collecting sc.r.a.ps of news which might possibly interest Sylvia, and rouse her out of the state of indifference as to everything into which she had fallen. Perhaps he thought that he had not acted altogether wisely in allowing her to engage herself to Kinraid, for he was a man apt to judge by results; and moreover he had had so much reason to repent of the encouragement which he had given to the lover whose untimely end had so deeply affected his only child, that he was more unwilling than ever that his wife should know of the length to which the affair had gone during her absence. He even urged secrecy upon Sylvia as a personal favour; unwilling to encounter the silent blame which he openly affected to despise.
"We"ll noane fret thy mother by lettin" on how oft he came and went.
She"ll, may-be, be thinkin" he were for speakin" to thee, my poor la.s.s; an" it would put her out a deal, for she"s a woman of a stern mind towards matteremony. And she"ll be noane so strong till summer-weather comes, and I"d be loath to give her aught to worrit hersel" about. So thee and me "ll keep our own counsel."
"I wish mother had been here, then she"d ha" known all, without my telling her."
"Cheer up, la.s.s; it"s better as it is. Thou"ll get o"er it sooner for havin" no one to let on to. A myself am noane going to speak on"t again."
No more he did; but there was a strange tenderness in his tones when he spoke to her; a half-pathetic way of seeking after her, if by any chance she was absent for a minute from the places where he expected to find her; a consideration for her, about this time, in his way of bringing back trifling presents, or small pieces of news that he thought might interest her, which sank deep into her heart.
"And what dun yo" think a" t" folks is talkin" on i" Monkshaven?"
asked he, almost before he had taken off his coat, on the day when he had heard of Philip"s promotion in the world. "Why, missus, thy nephew, Philip Hepburn, has got his name up i" gold letters four inch long o"er Fosters" door! Him and Coulson has set up shop together, and Fosters is gone out!"
"That"s t" secret of his journey t" Lunnon," said Bell, more gratified than she chose to show.
"Four inch long if they"re theere at all! I heerd on it at t" Bay Horse first; but I thought yo"d niver be satisfied "bout I seed it wi" my own eyes. They do say as Gregory Jones, t" plumber, got it done i" York, for that nought else would satisfy old Jeremiah. It"ll be a matter o" some hundreds a year i" Philip"s pocket."
"There"ll be Fosters i" th" background, as one may say, to take t"
biggest share on t" profits," said Bell.
"Ay, ay, that"s but as it should be, for I reckon they"ll ha" to find t" bra.s.s the first, my la.s.s!" said he, turning to Sylvia. "A"m fain to tak" thee in to t" town next market-day, just for thee t"
see "t. A"ll buy thee a bonny ribbon for thy hair out o" t" cousin"s own shop."
Some thought of another ribbon which had once tied up her hair, and afterwards been cut in twain, must have crossed Sylvia"s mind, for she answered, as if she shrank from her father"s words,--