"Yes, my wife"s been in Europe for the last ten months. On a visit to our eldest girl, who was married last year. I brought her up here, as far as Salisbury, myself. So I thought I"d better come and fetch her back. Yes, yes, yes." The shrewd grey eyes narrowed again and searched anxiously, quickly, the motionless liner. Again his overcoat was unb.u.t.toned. Out came the thin, b.u.t.ter-yellow watch again, and for the twentieth--fiftieth--hundredth time he made the calculation.
"Let me see now. It was two fifteen when the doctor"s launch went off.
Two fifteen. It is now exactly twenty-eight minutes past four. That is to say, the doctor"s been gone two hours and thirteen minutes. Two hours and thirteen minutes! Whee-ooh!" He gave a queer little half-whistle and snapped his watch to again. "But I think we should have been told if there was anything up--don"t you, Mr. Gaven?"
"Oh, yes, Mr. Hammond! I don"t think there"s anything to--anything to worry about," said Mr. Gaven, knocking out his pipe against the heel of his shoe. "At the same time--"
"Quite so! Quite so!" cried Mr. Hammond. "Dashed annoying!" He paced quickly up and down and came back again to his stand between Mr. and Mrs. Scott and Mr. Gaven. "It"s getting quite dark, too," and he waved his folded umbrella as though the dusk at least might have had the decency to keep off for a bit. But the dusk came slowly, spreading like a slow stain over the water. Little Jean Scott dragged at her mother"s hand.
"I wan" my tea, mammy!" she wailed.
"I expect you do," said Mr. Hammond. "I expect all these ladies want their tea." And his kind, flushed, almost pitiful glance roped them all in again. He wondered whether Janey was having a final cup of tea in the saloon out there. He hoped so; he thought not. It would be just like her not to leave the deck. In that case perhaps the deck steward would bring her up a cup. If he"d been there he"d have got it for her--somehow. And for a moment he was on deck, standing over her, watching her little hand fold round the cup in the way she had, while she drank the only cup of tea to be got on board... But now he was back here, and the Lord only knew when that cursed Captain would stop hanging about in the stream.
He took another turn, up and down, up and down. He walked as far as the cab-stand to make sure his driver hadn"t disappeared; back he swerved again to the little flock huddled in the shelter of the banana crates.
Little Jean Scott was still wanting her tea. Poor little beggar! He wished he had a bit of chocolate on him.
"Here, Jean!" he said. "Like a lift up?" And easily, gently, he swung the little girl on to a higher barrel. The movement of holding her, steadying her, relieved him wonderfully, lightened his heart.
"Hold on," he said, keeping an arm round her.
"Oh, don"t worry about Jean, Mr. Hammond!" said Mrs. Scott.
"That"s all right, Mrs. Scott. No trouble. It"s a pleasure. Jean"s a little pal of mine, aren"t you, Jean?"
"Yes, Mr. Hammond," said Jean, and she ran her finger down the dent of his felt hat.
But suddenly she caught him by the ear and gave a loud scream. "Lo-ok, Mr. Hammond! She"s moving! Look, she"s coming in!"
By Jove! So she was. At last! She was slowly, slowly turning round. A bell sounded far over the water and a great spout of steam gushed into the air. The gulls rose; they fluttered away like bits of white paper.
And whether that deep throbbing was her engines or his heart Mr. Hammond couldn"t say. He had to nerve himself to bear it, whatever it was. At that moment old Captain Johnson, the harbour-master, came striding down the wharf, a leather portfolio under his arm.
"Jean"ll be all right," said Mr. Scott. "I"ll hold her." He was just in time. Mr. Hammond had forgotten about Jean. He sprang away to greet old Captain Johnson.
"Well, Captain," the eager, nervous voice rang out again, "you"ve taken pity on us at last."
"It"s no good blaming me, Mr. Hammond," wheezed old Captain Johnson, staring at the liner. "You got Mrs. Hammond on board, ain"t yer?"
"Yes, yes!" said Hammond, and he kept by the harbour-master"s side.
"Mrs. Hammond"s there. Hul-lo! We shan"t be long now!"
With her telephone ring-ringing, the thrum of her screw filling the air, the big liner bore down on them, cutting sharp through the dark water so that big white shavings curled to either side. Hammond and the harbour-master kept in front of the rest. Hammond took off his hat; he raked the decks--they were crammed with pa.s.sengers; he waved his hat and bawled a loud, strange "Hul-lo!" across the water; and then turned round and burst out laughing and said something--nothing--to old Captain Johnson.
"Seen her?" asked the harbour-master.
"No, not yet. Steady--wait a bit!" And suddenly, between two great clumsy idiots--"Get out of the way there!" he signed with his umbrella--he saw a hand raised--a white glove shaking a handkerchief.
Another moment, and--thank G.o.d, thank G.o.d!--there she was. There was Janey. There was Mrs. Hammond, yes, yes, yes--standing by the rail and smiling and nodding and waving her handkerchief.
"Well that"s first cla.s.s--first cla.s.s! Well, well, well!" He positively stamped. Like lightning he drew out his cigar-case and offered it to old Captain Johnson. "Have a cigar, Captain! They"re pretty good. Have a couple! Here"--and he pressed all the cigars in the case on the harbour-master--"I"ve a couple of boxes up at the hotel."
"Thenks, Mr. Hammond!" wheezed old Captain Johnson.
Hammond stuffed the cigar-case back. His hands were shaking, but he"d got hold of himself again. He was able to face Janey. There she was, leaning on the rail, talking to some woman and at the same time watching him, ready for him. It struck him, as the gulf of water closed, how small she looked on that huge ship. His heart was wrung with such a spasm that he could have cried out. How little she looked to have come all that long way and back by herself! Just like her, though. Just like Janey. She had the courage of a--And now the crew had come forward and parted the pa.s.sengers; they had lowered the rails for the gangways.
The voices on sh.o.r.e and the voices on board flew to greet each other.
"All well?"
"All well."
"How"s mother?"
"Much better."
"Hullo, Jean!"
"Hillo, Aun" Emily!"
"Had a good voyage?"
"Splendid!"
"Shan"t be long now!"
"Not long now."
The engines stopped. Slowly she edged to the wharf-side.
"Make way there--make way--make way!" And the wharf hands brought the heavy gangways along at a sweeping run. Hammond signed to Janey to stay where she was. The old harbour-master stepped forward; he followed. As to "ladies first," or any rot like that, it never entered his head.
"After you, Captain!" he cried genially. And, treading on the old man"s heels, he strode up the gangway on to the deck in a bee-line to Janey, and Janey was clasped in his arms.
"Well, well, well! Yes, yes! Here we are at last!" he stammered. It was all he could say. And Janey emerged, and her cool little voice--the only voice in the world for him--said,
"Well, darling! Have you been waiting long?"
No; not long. Or, at any rate, it didn"t matter. It was over now. But the point was, he had a cab waiting at the end of the wharf. Was she ready to go off. Was her luggage ready? In that case they could cut off sharp with her cabin luggage and let the rest go hang until to-morrow.
He bent over her and she looked up with her familiar half-smile. She was just the same. Not a day changed. Just as he"d always known her. She laid her small hand on his sleeve.
"How are the children, John?" she asked.
(Hang the children!) "Perfectly well. Never better in their lives."
"Haven"t they sent me letters?"
"Yes, yes--of course! I"ve left them at the hotel for you to digest later on."
"We can"t go quite so fast," said she. "I"ve got people to say good-bye to--and then there"s the Captain." As his face fell she gave his arm a small understanding squeeze. "If the Captain comes off the bridge I want you to thank him for having looked after your wife so beautifully."
Well, he"d got her. If she wanted another ten minutes--As he gave way she was surrounded. The whole first-cla.s.s seemed to want to say good-bye to Janey.
"Good-bye, dear Mrs. Hammond! And next time you"re in Sydney I"ll expect you."