"Would you mind if I stayed?"
Humility considered before answering. "I had rather you stayed.
He"s like a boy over this business; but he"s a man, after all."
After this they fell into quite trivial talk, while Humility prepared the tea things.
"Your mother--Mrs. Venning--how does she face the journey?"
"You must see her," said Humility, smiling, and led her into the room where the old lady reclined in bed, with a flush on each waxen cheek.
She had heard their voices.
"Bless you"--she was quite cheerful--"I"m ready to go as far as they"ll carry me! All I ask is that in the next place they"ll give me a window where I can see the boy"s lamp when he"s built it."
Humility brought in the table and tea-things, and set them out by the invalid"s bed. She went out into the kitchen to look to the kettle.
In that pause Honoria found it difficult to meet Mrs. Venning"s eyes; but the old lady was wise enough to leave grudges to others. It was enough, in the time left to her, to accept what happened and leave the responsibility to Providence.
Honoria, replying but scarcely listening to her talk, heard a footfall at the outer door--Taffy"s footfall; then the click of a latch and Humility"s voice saying, "There"s a visitor inside; come to take tea with you."
"A visitor?" He was standing in the doorway. "_You?_" He blushed in his surprise.
Honoria rose. "If I may," she said, and wondered if she might hold out a hand.
But he held out his, quite frankly, and laughed. "Why, of course.
They will be lighting up in half an hour. We must make haste."
Once or twice during tea he stole a glance from Honoria to his mother; and each time fondly believed that it pa.s.sed undetected. His talk was all about the light-house and the preparations there, and he rattled on in the highest spirits. Two of the women knew, and the third guessed, that this chatter was with him unwonted.
At length he too seemed to be struck by this. "But what nonsense I"m talking!" he protested, breaking off midway in a sentence and blushing again. "I can"t help it, though. I"m feeling just as big as the light-house to-night, with my head wound up and turning round like the lantern!"
"And your wit occulting," suggested Honoria, in her old light manner.
"What is it?--three flashes to the minute?"
He laughed and hurried them from the tea-table. Mrs. Venning bade them a merry good-bye as they took leave of her.
"Come along, mother."
But Humility had changed her mind. "No," said she. "I"ll wait in the doorway. I can just see the lantern from the garden gate, you know. You two can wait by the old light-house, and call to me when the time comes."
She watched them from the doorway as they took the path toward the cliff, toward the last ray of sunset fading across the dusk of the sea. The evening was warm, and she sat bareheaded with her lace-work on her knee; but presently she put it down.
"I must be taking to spectacles soon," she said to herself. "My eyes are not what they used to be."
Taffy and Honoria reached the old light-house and halted by its white-painted railing. Below them the new pillar stood up in full view, young and defiant. A full tide lapped its base, feeling this comely and untried adversary as a wrestler shakes hands before engaging. And from its base the column, after a gentle inward curve--enough to give it a look of lissomeness and elastic strength-- sprang upright straight and firm to the lantern, ringed with a gallery and capped with a cupola of copper not yet greened by the weather; in outline as simple as a flower, in structure to the understanding eye almost as subtly organised, adapted and pieced into growth.
"So that is your ambition now?" said Honoria, after gazing long.
She added, "I do not wonder."
"It does not stop there, I"m afraid." There was a pause, as though her words had thrown him into a brown study.
"Look!" she cried. "There is someone in the lantern--with a light in his hand. He is lighting up!"
Taffy ran back a pace or two toward the cottage and shouted, waving his hand. In a moment Humility appeared at the gate and waved in answer, while the strong light flashed seaward. They listened; but if she called, the waves at their feet drowned her voice.
They turned and gazed at the light, counting, timing the flashes; two short flashes with but five seconds between, then darkness for twenty seconds, and after it a long steady stare.
Abruptly he asked, "Would you care to cross over and see the lantern?"
"What, in the cradle?"
"I can work it easily. It"s not dangerous in the least; a bit daunting, perhaps."
"But I"m not easily frightened, you know. Yes, I should like it greatly."
They descended the cliff to the cable. The iron cradle stood ready as Taffy had left it when he came ash.o.r.e. She stepped in lightly, scarcely touching for a second the hand he put out to guide her.
"Better sit low," he advised; and she obeyed, disposing her skirts on the floor caked with dry mud from the workmen"s boots. He followed her, and launched the cradle over the deep twilight.
A faint breeze--there had been none perceptible on the ridge--played off the face of the cliffs. The forward swing of the cradle, too, raised a slight draught of air. Honoria plucked off her hat and veil and let it fan her temples.
Half-way across, she said, "Isn"t it like this--in mid-air over running water--that the witches take their oaths?"
Taffy ceased pulling on the rope. "The witches? Yes, I remember something of the sort."
"And a word spoken so is an oath and lasts for ever. Very well; answer me what I came to ask you to-night."
"What is that?" But he knew.
"That when--you know--when I tell you I was deceived . . . you will forgive." Her voice was scarcely audible.
"I forgive."
"Ah, but freely? It is only a word I want; but it has to last me like an oath."
"I forgive you freely. It was all a mistake."
"And you have found other ambitions! And they satisfy you?"
He laughed and pulled at the rope again. "They ought to," he answered gaily, "they"re big enough. Come and see."
The seaward end of the cable was attached to a doorway thirty feet above the base of the lighthouse. One of the under-keepers met them here with a lantern. He stared when he caught sight of the second figure in the cradle, but touched his cap to the mistress of Carwithiel.
"Here"s Mrs. Vyell, Trevarthen, come to do honour to our opening night."
"Proudly welcome, ma"am," said Trevarthen. "You"ll excuse the litter we"re in. This here"s our cellar, but you"ll find things more ship-shape upstairs. Mind your head, ma"am, with the archway--better let me lead the way perhaps."
The archway was indeed low, and they were forced to crouch and almost crawl up the first short flight of steps. But after this Honoria, following Trevarthen"s lantern round and up the spiral way, found the roof heightening above her, and soon emerged into a gloomy chamber fitted with cupboards and water-tanks--the provision room. From this a ladder led straight up through a man-hole in the ceiling to the light-room store, set round with shining oil-tanks and stocked with paint-pots, brushes, cans, signalling flags, coils of rope, bags of cotton waste, tool-chests. . . . A second ladder brought them to the kitchen, and a third to the sleeping-room; and here the light of the lantern streamed down on their heads through the open man-hole above them. They heard, too, the roar of the ventilator, and the _ting-ting_, regular and sharp, of the small bell reporting that the machinery revolved.
Above, in the blaze of the great lenses, old Pezzack and the second under-keeper welcomed them. The pair had been watching and discussing the light with true professional pride; and Taffy drew up at the head of the ladder and stared at it, and nodded his slow approbation. The glare forced Honoria back against the gla.s.s wall, and she caught at its lattice for support.