Christian?" asked their spokesman.
"Nothing," answered Philip.
"We thank you, sir, and you"ll be hearing from us again. Meanwhile, a word if you plaze, sir?"
"What is it, men?" said Philip.
"When a young man can spake like yonder, it"s a gift, sir, and he"s houlding it in trust for something. The ould island"s wanting a big man ter"ble bad, and it hasn"t seen the like since the days of your own grandfather. Good everin, and thank you--good everin!"
With that the rough fellows dismissed him at the ferry steps, and he hastened to the market-place, where he had left his horse. On putting up, he had seen Caesar"s gig tipped up in the stable-yard. It was now gone, and, without asking questions, he mounted and made towards Ramsey.
He took the old road by the cliffs, and as he cantered and galloped, he hummed, and whistled, and sang, and slashed the trees to keep himself from thinking. At the crest of the hill he sighted the gig in front, and at Port Lady he came up with it. Kate was driving and Caesar was nodding and dozing.
"You"ve been having a great day, Mr. Christian," said Caesar. "Wish I could say the same for myself; but the heart of man is decaitful, sir, and desperately wicked. I"m not one to clap people in the castle and keep them from sea for debts of drink, and they"re taking a mane advantage. Not a penny did I get to-day, sir, and many a yellow sovereign owing to me. If I was like some--now there"s that Tom Raby, Glen Meay. He saw Dan the Spy coming from the total meeting last night.
"Taken the pledge, Dan?" says he. "Yes, I have," says Dan. "I"m plazed to hear it," says he; "come in and I"ll give you a good gla.s.s of rum for it." And Dan took the rum for taking the pledge, and there he was as drunk as Mackilley in the castle this morning."
Philip listened as he rode, and a half-melancholy, half-mocking expression played on his face. He was thinking of his grandfather, old Iron Christian, brought into relation with his mother"s father, Capt.
Billy Ballure, of the dainty gentility of Auntie Nan and the unctuous vulgarity of the father of Kate.
Caesar grumbled himself to sleep at last, and then Philip was alone with the girl, and riding on her side of the gig. She was quiet at first, but a joyous smile lit up her face.
"I was in the castle, too," she said, with a look of pride.
The sun went down over the waters behind them, and cast their brown shadows on the road in front; the twilight deepened, the night came down, the moon rose in their faces, and the stars appeared. They could hear the tramp of the horses" hoofs, the roll of the gig wheels, the wash and boom of the sea on their left, and the cry Of the sea-fowl somewhere beneath. The lovelinese and warmth of the autumn night stole over Kate, and she began to keep up a flow of merry chatter.
"I can tell all the sounds of the fields in the darkness. By the moonlight? No; but with my eyes shut, if you like. Now try me."
She closed her eyes and went on: "Do you hear that--that patter like soft rain? That"s oats nearly ripe for harvest. Do you hear that, then--that pit-a-pat, like sheep going by on the street? That"s wheat, just ready. And there--that whiss, whiss, whiss? That"s barley."
She opened her eyes: "Don"t you think I"m very clever?"
Philip felt an impulse to lean over the wheel and put his arms about the girl"s neck.
"Take care," she cried merrily; "your horse is shying."
He gazed at her face, lit up in the white moonlight. "How bright and happy you seem, Kate!" he said with a shiver; and then he laid one hand on the gig rail.
Her eyelids quivered, her mouth twitched, and she answered gaily, "Why not? Aren"t you? You ought to be, you know. How glorious to succeed? It means so much--new things to see, new houses to visit, new pleasures, new friends----"
Her joyous tones broke down in a nervous laugh at that last word, and he replied, in a faltering voice, "That may be true of the big world over yonder, Kate, but it isn"t so in a little island like ours. To succeed here is like going up the tower of Castle Rushen with some one locking the doors on the stone steps behind you. At every storey the room becomes less, until at the top you have only s.p.a.ce to stand alone. Then, if you should ever come down again, there"s but one way for you--over the battlements with a crash."
She looked up at him with startled eyes, and his own were large and full of trouble. They were going through Kirk Michael by the house of the Deemster, who was ill, and both drew rein and went slowly. Some acacias in the garden slashed their broadswords in the night air, and a windmill behind stood out against the moon like a gigantic bat. The black shadow of the horses stepped beside them.
"Are you feeling lonely to-night, Philip?"
"I"m feeling----"
"Yes?"
"I"m feeling as if the dead and the living, the living and the dead--oh, Kate, Kate, I don"t know what I"m feeling."
She put her hand caressingly on the top of his hand. "Never mind, dear,"
she said softly; "I"ll stand by you. You shan"t be _alone_."
XVIII.
It was midday, then, on the tropic seas, and the horizon was closing in with clouds as of blood and vapours of stifling heat. A steamship was rolling in a heavy swell, under winds that were as hot as gusts from an open furnace. Under its decks a man lay in an atmosphere of fever and the sickening odour of bandages and stale air. Above the throb of the engines and the rattle of the rudder chain he heard a step going by his open door, and he called in a feeble voice that was cheerful and almost merry, but yet the voice of a homesick boy--
"How many days from home, engineer?"
"Not more than twenty now."
"Put on steam, mate; put it on. Wish I could be skipping below and stoking up for you like mad."
As the ship rolled, the green reflection of the water and the red light of the sky shot alternately through the porthole and lit up the berth like firelight flashing in a dead house.
"Ask the boys if they"ll carry me on deck, sir--just for a breath of fresh air."
The sailors came and carried him. "You can do anything for a chap like that."
The big sun was straight overhead, weighing down on their shoulders, and there was no shelter anywhere, for the shadows were under foot.
"Slip out the sails, lads, and let"s fly along. Wish I could tumble up the rigging myself and look out from the yards same as a gull, but I"m only an ould parrot chained down to my stick."
They left him, and he gazed out on the circle of water and the vapour shaking over it like a veil. The palpitating air was making the circle smaller every minute, but the world seem cruelly large for all that. He was looking beyond the visible things; he was listening deeper than the wash of the waves; he was dreaming, dreaming. Apparitions were floating in the heat-clouds over him. Home! Its voices whispered at his ear, its face peered into his eyes. But the hot winds came up and danced round him; the air, the sea, the sky, the whole world, the utter universe seemed afire; his eyes rolled upwards to his brow; he almost choked and fainted.
"Carry him below, poor fellow! He"s got a good heart to think he"ll ever see home again. He"ll never see it."
Half-way down the companion-ladder he opened his eyes with a look of despair. Would G.o.d let him die after all?
XIX.
Kate began to feel that Philip was slipping away from her. He loved her, she was sure of that, but something was dragging them apart Her great enemy was Philip"s success. This was rapid and constant. She wanted to rejoice in it; she struggled to feel glad and happy, and even proud. But that was impossible. It was ungenerous, it was mean, but she could not help it--she resented every fresh mark of Philip"s advancement.
The world that was carrying Philip up was carrying him away. She would be left far below. It would be presumptuous to lift her eyes to him.
Visions came to her of Philip in other scenes than her scenes, among ladies in drawing-rooms, beautiful, educated, clever, able to talk of many things beyond her knowledge. Then she looked at herself, and felt vexed with her hands, made coa.r.s.e by the work of the farm; at her father, and felt ashamed of the moleskin clothes he wore in the mill; at her home, and flushed deep at the thought of the bar-room.
It was small and pitiful, she knew that, and she shuddered under the sense of being a meaner-hearted girl than she had ever thought. If she could do something of herself to counteract the difference made by Philip"s success, if she could raise herself a little, she would be content to keep behind, to let him go first, to see him forge ahead of her, and of everybody, being only in sight and within reach. But she could do nothing except writhe and rebel against the network of female custom, or tear herself in the th.o.r.n.y thicket of female morals.
Harvest had begun; half the crop of Glenmooar had been saved, a third was in stook, and then a wet day had come and stopped all work in the fields. On this wet day, in the preaching-room of the mill, amid forms and desks, with the cranch of the stones from below, the wash of the wheel from outside, and the rush of the uncrushed corn from above, Caesar sat rolling sugganes for the stackyard, with Kate working the twister, and going backward before him, and half his neighbours sheltering from the rain and looking on.
"Thought I"d have a sight up and tell you," said Kelly, the postman.