Dr Morgan went into the shop. Hester alone was there. Coulson had gone to his comfortable dinner at his well-ordered house, with his common-place wife. If he had felt anxious about Philip"s looks and strange disappearance, he had also managed to account for them in some indifferent way.
Hester was alone with the shop-boy; few people came in during the universal Monkshaven dinner-hour. She was resting her head on her hand, and puzzled and distressed about many things--all that was implied by the proceedings of the evening before between Philip and Sylvia; and that was confirmed by Philip"s miserable looks and strange abstracted ways to-day. Oh! how easy Hester would have found it to make him happy! not merely how easy, but what happiness it would have been to her to merge her every wish into the one great object of fulfiling his will. To her, an on-looker, the course of married life, which should lead to perfect happiness, seemed to plain! Alas! it is often so! and the resisting forces which make all such harmony and delight impossible are not recognized by the bystanders, hardly by the actors. But if these resisting forces are only superficial, or const.i.tutional, they are but the necessary discipline here, and do not radically affect the love which will make all things right in heaven.
Some glimmering of this latter comforting truth shed its light on Hester"s troubled thoughts from time to time. But again, how easy would it have been to her to tread the maze that led to Philip"s happiness; and how difficult it seemed to the wife he had chosen!
She was aroused by Dr Morgan"s voice.
"So both Coulson and Hepburn have left the shop to your care, Hester. I want Hepburn, though; his wife is in a very anxious state.
Where is he? can you tell me?"
"Sylvia in an anxious state! I"ve not seen her to-day, but last night she looked as well as could be."
"Ay, ay; but many a thing happens in four-and-twenty hours. Her mother is dying, may be dead by this time; and her husband should be there with her. Can"t you send for him?"
"I don"t know where he is," said Hester. "He went off from here all on a sudden, when there was all the market-folks in t" shop; I thought he"d maybe gone to John Foster"s about th" money, for they was paying a deal in. I"ll send there and inquire."
No! the messenger brought back word that he had not been seen at their bank all morning. Further inquiries were made by the anxious Hester, by the doctor, by Coulson; all they could learn was that Phoebe had seen him pa.s.s the kitchen window about eleven o"clock, when she was peeling the potatoes for dinner; and two lads playing on the quay-side thought they had seen him among a group of sailors; but these latter, as far as they could be identified, had no knowledge of his appearance among them.
Before night the whole town was excited about his disappearance.
Before night Bell Robson had gone to her long home. And Sylvia still lay quiet and tearless, apparently more unmoved than any other creature by the events of the day, and the strange vanishing of her husband.
The only thing she seemed to care for was her baby; she held it tight in her arms, and Dr Morgan bade them leave it there, its touch might draw the desired tears into her weary, sleepless eyes, and charm the aching pain out of them.
They were afraid lest she should inquire for her husband, whose non-appearance at such a time of sorrow to his wife must (they thought) seem strange to her. And night drew on while they were all in this state. She had gone back to her own room without a word when they had desired her to do so; caressing her child in her arms, and sitting down on the first chair she came to, with a heavy sigh, as if even this slight bodily exertion had been too much for her. They saw her eyes turn towards the door every time it was opened, and they thought it was with anxious expectation of one who could not be found, though many were seeking for him in all probable places.
When night came some one had to tell her of her husband"s disappearance; and Dr Morgan was the person who undertook this.
He came into her room about nine o"clock; her baby was sleeping in her arms; she herself pale as death, still silent and tearless, though strangely watchful of gestures and sounds, and probably cognizant of more than they imagined.
"Well, Mrs. Hepburn," said he, as cheerfully as he could, "I should advise your going to bed early; for I fancy your husband won"t come home to-night. Some journey or other, that perhaps Coulson can explain better than I can, will most likely keep him away till to-morrow. It"s very unfortunate that he should be away at such a sad time as this, as I"m sure he"ll feel when he returns; but we must make the best of it."
He watched her to see the effect of his words.
She sighed, that was all. He still remained a little while. She lifted her head up a little and asked,
"How long do yo" think she was unconscious, doctor? Could she hear things, think yo", afore she fell into that strange kind o"
slumber?"
"I cannot tell," said he, shaking his head. "Was she breathing in that hard snoring kind of way when you left her this morning?"
"Yes, I think so; I cannot tell, so much has happened."
"When you came back to her, after your breakfast, I think you said she was in much the same position?"
"Yes, and yet I may be telling yo" lies; if I could but think: but it"s my head as is aching so; doctor, I wish yo"d go, for I need being alone, I"m so mazed."
"Good-night, then, for you"re a wise woman, I see, and mean to go to bed, and have a good night with baby there."
But he went down to Phoebe, and told her to go in from time to time, and see how her mistress was.
He found Hester Rose and the old servant together; both had been crying, both were evidently in great trouble about the death and the mystery of the day.
Hester asked if she might go up and see Sylvia, and the doctor gave his leave, talking meanwhile with Phoebe over the kitchen fire.
Hester came down again without seeing Sylvia. The door of the room was bolted, and everything quiet inside.
"Does she know where her husband is, think you?" asked the doctor at this account of Hester"s. "She"s not anxious about him at any rate: or else the shock of her mother"s death has been too much for her.
We must hope for some change in the morning; a good fit of crying, or a fidget about her husband, would be more natural. Good-night to you both," and off he went.
Phoebe and Hester avoided looking at each other at these words. Both were conscious of the probability of something having gone seriously wrong between the husband and wife. Hester had the recollection of the previous night, Phoebe the untasted breakfast of to-day to go upon.
She spoke first.
"A just wish he"d come home to still folks" tongues. It need niver ha" been known if t" old lady hadn"t died this day of all others.
It"s such a thing for t" shop t" have one o" t" partners missin", an" no one for t" know what"s comed on him. It niver happened i"
Fosters" days, that"s a" I know."
"He"ll maybe come back yet," said Hester. "It"s not so very late."
"It were market day, and a"," continued Phoebe, "just as if iverything mun go wrong together; an" a" t" country customers"ll go back wi" fine tale i" their mouths, as Measter Hepburn was strayed an" missin" just like a beast o" some kind."
"Hark! isn"t that a step?" said Hester suddenly, as a footfall sounded in the now quiet street; but it pa.s.sed the door, and the hope that had arisen on its approach fell as the sound died away.
"He"ll noane come to-night," said Phoebe, who had been as eager a listener as Hester, however. "Thou"d best go thy ways home; a shall stay up, for it"s not seemly for us a" t" go to our beds, an" a corpse in t" house; an" Nancy, as might ha" watched, is gone to her bed this hour past, like a lazy boots as she is. A can hear, too, if t" measter does come home; tho" a"ll be bound he wunnot; choose wheere he is, he"ll be i" bed by now, for it"s well on to eleven.
I"ll let thee out by t" shop-door, and stand by it till thou"s close at home, for it"s ill for a young woman to be i" t" street so late."
So she held the door open, and shaded the candle from the flickering outer air, while Hester went to her home with a heavy heart.
Heavily and hopelessly did they all meet in the morning. No news of Philip, no change in Sylvia; an unceasing flow of angling and conjecture and gossip radiating from the shop into the town.
Hester could have entreated Coulson on her knees to cease from repeating the details of a story of which every word touched on a raw place in her sensitive heart; moreover, when they talked together so eagerly, she could not hear the coming footsteps on the pavement without.
Once some one hit very near the truth in a chance remark.
"It seems strange," she said, "how as one man turns up, another just disappears. Why, it were but upo" Tuesday as Kinraid come back, as all his own folk had thought to be dead; and next day here"s Measter Hepburn as is gone no one knows wheere!"
"That"s t" way i" this world," replied Coulson, a little sententiously. "This life is full o" changes o" one kind or another; them that"s dead is alive; and as for poor Philip, though he was alive, he looked fitter to be dead when he came into t" shop o"
Wednesday morning."
"And how does she take it?" nodding to where Sylvia was supposed to be.
"Oh! she"s not herself, so to say. She were just stunned by finding her mother was dying in her very arms when she thought as she were only sleeping; yet she"s never been able to cry a drop; so that t"
sorrow"s gone inwards on her brain, and from all I can hear, she doesn"t rightly understand as her husband is missing. T" doctor says if she could but cry, she"d come to a juster comprehension of things."
"And what do John and Jeremiah Foster say to it all?"
"They"re down here many a time in t" day to ask if he"s come back, or how she is; for they made a deal on "em both. They"re going t"
attend t" funeral to-morrow, and have given orders as t" shop is to be shut up in t" morning."