He sought a chair, took his seat, and once more waited.
"Need we exchange any words about this business? You can have nothing to say, so perhaps you had better leave the talking to me. You have behaved like a scoundrel. You have crippled my hands. Only a year ago I turned Thomson"s girl off the estate, and gave her father notice to quit the cottage after her. I got some newspaper chatter aimed at me then, and now, by G.o.d, you"ve done worse than the fellow who ruined poor Thomson.
Look up there, and you"ll see your father"s portrait. He was a merry lad in his day, but he wouldn"t have intrigued with a washerwoman. That"s about what you have done. However, we"ll have no more scolding. Of course, you understand that the affair is to be done with?"
"It depends upon you, Sir. If you will, I dare marry her."
"I thought you were a little mad. Go! I wish I could say go for altogether. I have some time to live though, and you shall know something meanwhile. Go!"
The unfortunate had not a word to say even against his grandfather"s brutal insolence. He went, and pa.s.sed the night in much the same way as did Casely, save that where Casely"s pride was still stubborn, Ellington"s pride was broken.
III.
When the spring came there were gay doings at the Hall. Old Mr.
Ellington had taken a sudden turn, and the housekeeper was near bidding good-bye to her reason. There were extra men engaged in the stables, and the black mare, Matchem, and the Squire"s cob had very grand company indeed. Things went so far that one morning the Branspath hounds met on the Common by the Hall. For fifty-five years such a thing had not been seen. The great dappled dogs stood in a clump by the high north wall of the fruit garden, and the villagers stared round in wonder. The gorse to the southward of the House was drawn, and a fox was found. There was a wild crash and clamour for a few minutes in the plantation where Mary Casely used to meet her lover, and then I am sorry to say that the Huntsman began to use very bad language. Nothing had been attended to; the hounds might as well have been entered at rabbits. The fox never even had occasion to break covert, and the gay a.s.semblage rode away towards Branspath before two o"clock in the afternoon. The science of earth-stopping had not been pushed to its final term on the Ellington estate, but still there was hope now that the hounds had once been permitted to cross the border which divided Squire Ellington"s property from that of the next sporting landowner.
After the abortive intrusion of the hounds there were still other attempts at gaiety. The village began somehow to look brisk; the ancient stagnation pa.s.sed away, and grey cottagers spoke fondly of the old times.
Throughout all this liveliness Mr. Casely kept to the mode of living he had adopted ever since the night when he made allusions to Mr.
Ellington"s windpipe. He went about his work as usual, but he spoke to no one. He dropped going to church, and he never, as in past times, drove his cart into Branspath. Mary had been sent to a relation"s in the South. Her father would not mention her name, and his family and neighbours were particularly careful to say nothing about the girl who had gone. Sometimes Casely would think about his pet, but he spared words. Once a neighbour stepped in unawares, and found the strong man stretched with his face on the settle, and sobbing hard; but he sat up when he found he was not alone, spoke an oath or two, and was ready for everyday chat.
In the autumn Casely happened to be out on the green, watching the women spreading the nets to dry. It was a lovely day, and the larks were singing wildly one against the other far up toward the sky. Suddenly the chattering women grew quiet. A slender young lady, daintily dressed, walked gracefully along the road that bordered the green. There was silence while she pa.s.sed, save for the larks" sweet jargoning. As soon as the neat tall figure was sufficiently far off, one of the women said--
"Who"s that?"
Another made answer within Casely"s hearing--
"Oh, it"s the young Squire"s la.s.s. She"s a daughter of some big man away down South. They"re to be married come the spring o" the year."
Casely watched the graceful young lady over the crest of the next rise, then turned homeward and sat down silent as usual. Now it happened that the lady when she pa.s.sed the gossiping fishers was going to meet young Ellington. That gentleman had lately persuaded his grandfather to buy a light boat for the better navigation of a heavy dull stream that ran deep and silent round the southerly border of the home farm, and the individual undutifully referred to as "the young Squire"s la.s.s" was about to trust herself in the new craft with her lover. Ellington had everything ready when the girl reached the stream. When she had stepped aboard, he said--
"You called at Marchman"s for Aunt Esther and Miss Marshall?"
"Yes! But they teased. They said they were having such an interesting gossip with poor old Hannah, they would prefer following me. They thought we might employ our time till they came up."
"It"s just as well. I"m sure, if you don"t mind, I don"t. Which way shall we go?"
"I cannot tell. The stream is so slack I could hardly guess where the sea lay if I didn"t know."
"Well, now, I"ll tell you what I propose doing. We can slip over the bar as the wind is just now. There"s always a little rough water just where the burn joins the sea, but when we get over that the sea outside is quite smooth. Then we can sail, and save the bore of pulling."
So the confident young man pointed the boat"s stem down stream, and after a little jerky work on the bar stood clear out into blue water.
He was used to sailing, so that he really took his boat rather cleverly round to the north-east. Then he made fast the sheet, since he wanted one hand free; the boat lay prettily over till the water gurgled again under her sharp bows, and Mr. Ellington felt the contentment and exhilaration born of swift movement. But of course he must needs proceed in this matter as in all others without thought of the future. The tide was running fast out, and a surface current which always skirts the bay set the boat ever more eastward. The rocks grew a little dim before Ellington looked round and considered the situation. He felt quite easy in his mind, however, and, stepping forward, let go the tiny halliard, whereupon the sail came down.
"Now," he said, "we"re just going to let her take her own way for an hour."
This sailor-like resolution pleased his companion mightily, so the boat was allowed to wheel lazily, and curtsey to the slight waves as they set to the sh.o.r.e. Then the young people chatted softly, and forgot the time.
Now those who have watched the humours of autumn weather by the coast will have noticed that very often after a warm breeze has been blowing for hours, there will suddenly come a chill easterly waft. This will be followed by a steady cold wind. The trees are blown white, the gra.s.s is black with shadows, and the sea springs up like magic into a short nasty "lipper." Within half-an-hour the lipper has gathered size, and in a terribly short time there are ugly, medium-sized waves bowling fiercely and regularly westward. The change mostly comes just about an hour after the tide has turned. Ellington and his companion were talking on heedlessly, when the girl, interrupting him in the middle of a speech, said, shivering, "How cold it has turned!"
"Yes," returned Ellington, "it often comes like that. Do you see how she"s beginning to caper? So, there! Softly, softly!" he cried, as though he were talking to a horse. A spirt of water had jerked over the boat"s side.
He ran up his sail, and as the little craft swung on her light heels, and drew away to the west, he said, "I wish I hadn"t got you into this mess. But never mind, I don"t think it"s more than a wetting and a fuss when we get home, at the worst of it."
Mr. Casely was sitting by his fire in the sanded kitchen. Excepting two very old fellows, he was the only man left in the village that afternoon, for all the other men and lads had gone north on the morning tide. His n.o.ble face had got the beginnings of a few new lines since we first saw him; his mouth was sorrowful, and his brows fell heavier than ever.
A woman came in rather hurriedly, and said, "Thou"d better come out a minute, honey. The sea"s come on very coa.r.s.e, and the young Squire"s boat"s gettin" badly used out there, about a mile to the east"ard."
"Who"s in her?"
"The young Squire and his la.s.s."
"I"ll be out directly. Has he ever made the landin" before?"
"Yes, but Tom"s Harry was always with him."
When Casely stepped to the cliff edge, he saw that matters were a little awkward. The boat was as yet in no very great danger, but the real pinch would not come till Ellington tried to land. For two miles along the coast there was not a single yard of sh.o.r.e where you dared beach a boat, excepting just opposite the village. Here there was a broad gap through the jagged reef which fringed the sh.o.r.e, and through this gap the fishermen"s boats had shot in fair or foul weather for more generations than men could remember.
Casely said to one of the women--
"He"ll be all right if he comes in to the north of the Cobbler. If he doesn"t, it"s a bad job."
The Cobbler"s Seat was one of a pair of huge rocks, which lay right in the very gap wherethrough the boats had to run in. A progressive people would have had the impediments blasted away, but the fisher-folk were above all things conservative, and so the Cobbler remained year after year to make the inward pa.s.sage exciting. When the tide was running in hard, a boat attempting the south pa.s.sage was certain to be taken in a nasty swirling eddy, and dashed heavily against the big stone. When any sea was on, the run in required much nicety of handling.
Ellington had been told long ago that he must keep the church tower and the flagstaff in one if he wanted to hit the gap fairly. He carried out his instruction as well as he knew how.
The boat came dashingly in, flinging the spray gallantly aside as she ducked and plunged in the short sea.
Casely saw that Ellington was going wrong. For an instant he had an ungenerous thought. "Should I save him?" He shook himself as though he were shaking off water, and sang out with all the strength of his tremendous voice--"Hard down with it!" He waved to the northward with pa.s.sionate energy. But it was too late. The boat staggered as the eddy hit her, swerved sharp to starboard, and took in a great plash of water, then she struck the Cobbler, and kept repeating the blow with vicious, short b.u.mps that stove in her head. Ellington sprang out, and got a foothold. He seized the girl, and dragged her beside him. The boat turned clumsily over, and swirled away past. Then the wrecked couple climbed out of reach of the lunging waves, and stood breathless. Casely said, "That"s a bad job, Jinny. The Cobbler"ll be covered half a fathom in forty minutes" time."
The woman he spoke to was his cousin. She said, "Can he swim?"
"Him! The big baby! He never could do anything like a man since the day he was whelped. Old John Ellington would have had the la.s.s half-way ash.o.r.e by this time."
"Let him drown!" This unladylike speech came from Jinny, who had been very fond of Mary Casely.
"No! no!" said Casely, frowning heavily, "I"ll not do that, Jinny. Tell Hannah to fetch a rope, and call the other women. If we could only have got a coble out it would have been all right, but there"s n.o.body to pull except a few daft wives and old Adam."
"What are you going to do?"
"I"ll swim off, and you women folk can haul me in with the la.s.s. After that I"ll maybe try for _him_."
Then this rare fellow had the rope fastened under his armpits, flung off his sea-boots and his sleeve-waistcoat, and struck off with a breast stroke that made never a splash. The spray cut his face, the lashing feathers on the tops of the waves half-blinded him, but he held doggedly on, and presently hung on to the bladderweed that fringed the Cobbler"s Seat. He climbed lightly up, and spoke to the girl.
"You"ll lie quiet, my bonny woman, and don"t be frightened if you get a mouthful or two. Let me have you under the arms, and look smart."
He waved and shouted, then let himself lightly down into the sea, while the women ran up the beach with the straining rope. When his feet ground in the shallow water, he was bleeding at the mouth, but he carried the girl past the foam.