"If you have to die with me, how shall you feel?" he asked.
"I shall feel till my last gasp that I would much rather have lived with you," she answered emphatically.
A wavelet splashed up against the clay on which they were standing. He turned to the cliff and tore at it in a sort of exasperation, trying to scoop out footholes with his hands by which they might climb up; but the effort was futile, the soft shale crumbled as he scooped, and there was no hold to be had on it. His face had grown grey in the last few minutes, and his eyes were strained and anxious.
"I wonder how you feel," Beth said. "I think I resent the fate that threatens us more than I fear it. If my life must end now, it will be so unfinished."
He made no reply, and she stood looking out to sea thoughtfully. "It"s Sunday," she observed at last. "There won"t be many boats about to-day."
The water had begun to creep up on to their last refuge; it washed over her feet as she spoke, and she shrank back. Alfred put his arm round her protectingly.
"Do you still believe we shall not be drowned?" he said.
"Yes," she answered. "But, even if we were, it wouldn"t be the end of us. We have been here in this world before, you and I, and we shall come again."
"What makes you think such queer things?" he asked.
"I don"t think them," she answered. "I know them. The things I think are generally all wrong; but the things I know about--that come to me like this--are right. Only I can"t command them. One comes to me now and again like a flash, as that one did down there just now when I said we should not be drowned; but if I put a question to myself, I can get no answer."
The water had crept up over their feet while they were speaking. It was coming in at a great rate, but there were no waves to splash them, only a sort of gentle heave and ripple that brought it on insensibly, so that it had lapped up to the cliff behind them before they suspected it. Beth shivered as it rose around her.
"It"s a good thing I changed my dress," she said suddenly. "That summer silk would certainly have been spoilt."
Alfred held her tight, and looked down into her face, but said nothing.
"I"m thinking so many things," Beth broke out again. "I"m glad it"s a still day for one thing, and not freezing cold. The cold would have numbed us, and we should have been swept off our feet if there had been any waves. I want to ask you so many things. Why did you make that figure on the sand?"
"I want to be a sculptor," he said; "but my people object, and they won"t let me have the proper materials to model in, so I model in anything."
The water was almost up to Beth"s waist. She had to turn and cling to him to keep her footing. She hid her face on his shoulder, and they stood so some time. The water rose above her waist. Alfred was head and shoulders taller than she was. He realised that she would be covered first.
"I must hold her up somehow," he muttered.
Beth raised her head. "Alfred," she began, "we"re neither of us cowards, are we? You are hating to die, I can see, but you"re not going to make an exhibition of yourself to the elements; and I"m hating it, too--I"m horribly anxious--and the cold makes me sob in my breath as the water comes up. It is like dying by inches from the feet up; but while my head is alive, I defy death to make me whimper."
"Do you despair, then?" he exclaimed, as if there had been some safeguard in her certainty.
"I have no knowledge at this moment," she answered. "I am in suspense.
But that is nothing. The things that have come to me like that on a sudden positively have always been true, however much I might doubt and question beforehand. I did know at that moment that we should not be drowned; but I don"t know it now. My spirit can"t grasp the idea, though, of being here in this comfortable body talking to you one moment, and the next being turned out of house and home into eternity alone."
"Not alone," he interrupted, clasping her closer. "I"ll hold you tight through all eternity."
Beth looked up at him, and then they kissed each other frankly, and forgot their danger for a blissful interval.
They were keeping their foothold with difficulty now. The last heave of the tide came up to Beth"s shoulder, and took her breath away. Had it not been for the support of the cliff behind them, they could not have kept their position many minutes. But the cliff itself was a danger, for the sea was eating into it, and might bring down another ma.s.s of it at any moment. The agony of death, the last struggle with the water, had begun.
"I hate it," Beth gasped, "but I"m not afraid."
The steady gentle heave of the sea was like the breathing of a placid sleeper. It rose round them once more, up, up, over Beth"s head. They clung closer to each other and to the cliff, staggering and fighting for their foothold. Then it sank back from them, then slowly came again, rising in an irregular wavy line all along the face of the cliffs with a sobbing sound as if in its great heart it shrank from the cruel deed it was doing--rose and fell, rose and fell again.
Alfred"s face was grey and distorted. He groaned aloud.
"Are you suffering?" Beth exclaimed. "Oh, I wish it was over."
She had really the more to suffer of the two, for every wave nearly covered her; but her nerve and physique were better than his, and her will was of iron. The only thing that disturbed her fort.i.tude were the signs of distress from him.
Gently, gently the water came creeping up and up again. It had swelled so high the last time that Beth was all but gone; and now she held her breath, expecting for certain to be overwhelmed. But, after a pause, it went down once more, then rose again, and again subsided.
Alfred stood with shut eyes and clenched teeth, blindly resisting.
Beth kept her wits about her.
"Alfred!" she cried on a sudden, "I was right! I was not deceived!
Stand fast! The tide is on the turn."
He opened his eyes and stared about him in a bewildered way. His face was haggard and drawn from the strain, his strength all but exhausted; he did not seem to understand.
"Hold on!" Beth cried again. "You"ll be a big sculptor yet. The tide has turned. It"s going out, Alfred, it"s going out. It washed an inch lower last time. Keep up! Keep up! O Lord, help me to hold him! help me to hold him! It"s funny," she went on, changing with one of her sudden strange transitions from the part of actor to that of spectator, as it were. "It"s funny we neither of us prayed. People in danger do, as a rule, they say in the books; but I never even thought of it."
The tide had seemed to come in galloping like a racehorse, but now it crawled out like a snail; and they were both so utterly worn, that when at last the water was shallow enough, they just sank down and sat in it, leaning against each other, and yearning for what seemed to them the most desirable thing on earth at that moment--a dry spot on which to stretch themselves out and go to sleep.
"I know now what exhaustion is," said Beth, with her head on Alfred"s shoulder.
"Do you know, Beth," he rejoined with a wan smile, "you"ve been picking up information ever since you fell acquainted with me here. I can count a dozen new experiences you"ve mentioned already. If you go on like this always, you"ll know everything in time."
"I hope so!" Beth muttered. "Fell acquainted with you, isn"t bad; but I wonder if _tumbled_ wouldn"t have been better----"
She dozed off uncomfortably before she could finish the sentence. He had settled himself with his head against the uncertain cliff, which beetled above them ominously; but they were both beyond thinking or caring about it. Vaguely conscious of each other, and of the sea-voice that gradually grew distant and more distant as the water went out beyond the headland, leaving them stranded in the empty cove, they rested and slept uneasily, yet heavily enough to know little of the weary while they had to wait before they could make their escape.
For it was not until the sun had set and the moon hung high above the sea in a sombre sky, that at last they were able to go.
CHAPTER XXVII
It was dark night when Beth got back to the little house in Orchard Street. She had hoped to slip in un.o.bserved, but her mother was looking out for her.
"Where have you been?" she demanded angrily.
Beth had come in prepared to tell the whole exciting story, but this reception irritated her, and she answered her mother in exactly the same tone: "I"ve been at Fairholm."
"What have you been doing there?" Mrs. Caldwell snapped.
"Getting myself into a mess, as any one might see who looked at me,"
Beth rejoined. "I must go and change."
"You can go to bed," said her mother.