The Wanderer.
Volume 1.
by f.a.n.n.y Burney.
VOLUME I
CHAPTER I
During the dire reign of the terrific Robespierre, and in the dead of night, braving the cold, the darkness and the damps of December, some English pa.s.sengers, in a small vessel, were preparing to glide silently from the coast of France, when a voice of keen distress resounded from the sh.o.r.e, imploring, in the French language, pity and admission.
The pilot quickened his arrangements for sailing; the pa.s.sengers sought deeper concealment; but no answer was returned.
"O hear me!" cried the same voice, "for the love of Heaven, hear me!"
The pilot gruffly swore, and, repressing a young man who was rising, peremptorily ordered every one to keep still, at the hazard of discovery and destruction.
"Oh listen to my prayers!" was called out by the same voice, with increased and even frightful energy; "Oh leave me not to be ma.s.sacred!"
"Who"s to pay for your safety?" muttered the pilot.
"I will!" cried the person whom he had already rebuffed, "I pledge myself for the cost and the consequence!"
"Be lured by no tricks;" said an elderly man, in English; "put off immediately, pilot."
The pilot was very ready to obey.
The supplications from the land were now sharpened into cries of agony, and the young man, catching the pilot by the arm, said eagerly, ""Tis the voice of a woman! where can be the danger? Take her in, pilot, at my demand, and my charge!"
"Take her in at your peril, pilot!" rejoined the elderly man.
Rage had elevated his voice; the pet.i.tioner heard it, and called--screamed, rather, for mercy.
"Nay, since she is but a woman, and in distress, save her, pilot, in G.o.d"s name!" said an old sea officer. "A woman, a child, and a fallen enemy, are three persons that every true Briton should scorn to misuse."
The sea officer was looked upon as first in command; the young man, therefore, no longer opposed, separated himself from a young lady with whom he had been conversing, and, descending from the boat, gave his hand to the suppliant.
There was just light enough to shew him a female in the most ordinary attire, who was taking a whispering leave of a male companion, yet more meanly equipped.
With trembling eagerness, she sprang into the vessel, and sunk rather than sat upon a place that was next to the pilot, e.j.a.c.u.l.a.t.i.n.g. fervent thanks, first to Heaven, and then to her a.s.sistant.
The pilot now, in deep hoa.r.s.e accents, strictly enjoined that no one should speak or move till they were safely out at sea.
All obeyed; and, with mingled hope and dread, insensible to the weather, and dauntless to the hazards of the sea, watchful though mute, and joyful though filled with anxiety, they set sail.
In about half an hour, the grumbling of the pilot, who was despotic master of the boat, was changed into loud and vociferous oaths.
Alarmed, the pa.s.sengers concluded that they were chaced. They looked around,--but to no purpose; the darkness impeded examination.
They were happily, however, mistaken; the lungs of the pilot had merely recovered their usual play, and his humour its customary vent, from a belief that all pursuit would now be vain.
This proved the signal to general liberty of speech; and the young lady already mentioned, addressing herself, in a low voice, to the gentleman who had aided the Incognita, said, "I wonder what sort of a dulcinea you have brought amongst us! though, I really believe, you are such a complete knight-errant, that you would just as willingly find her a tawny Hottentot as a fair Circa.s.sian. She affords us, however, the vivifying food of conjecture,--the only nourishment of which I never sicken!--I am glad, therefore, that "tis dark, for discovery is almost always disappointment."
"She seems to be at prayers."
"At prayers? She"s a nun, then, depend upon it. Make her tell us the history of her convent."
"Why what"s all this, woman?" said the pilot, in French, "are you afraid of being drowned?"
"No!" answered she, in the same language, "I fear nothing now--it is therefore I am thankful!"
Retreating, then, from her rude neighbour, she gently approached an elderly lady, who was on her other side, but who, shrinking from her, called out, "Mr Harleigh, I shall be obliged to you if you will change places with me."
"Willingly;" he answered; but the young lady with whom he had been conversing, holding his coat, exclaimed, "Now you want to have all the stories of those monks and abbesses to yourself! I won"t let you stir, I am resolved!"
The stranger begged that she might not incommode any one; and drew back.
"You may sit still now, Mr Harleigh," said the elderly lady, shaking herself; "I do very well again."
Harleigh bit his lip, and, in a low voice, said to his companion, "It is strange that the facility of giving pain should not lessen its pleasure!
How far better tempered should we all be to others, if we antic.i.p.ated the mischief that ill humour does to ourselves!"
"Now are you such a very disciple of Cervantes," she replied, "that I have no doubt but your tattered dulcinea has secured your protection for the whole voyage, merely because old aunt Maple has been a little ill bred to her."
"I don"t know but you are right, for nothing so uncontrollably excites resistance, as grossness to the unoffending."
He then, in French, enquired of the new pa.s.senger, whether she would not have some thicker covering, to shelter her from the chill of the night; offering her, at the same time, a large wrapping coat.
She thanked him, but declared that she was perfectly warm.
"Are you so, faith?" cried the elderly man already mentioned, "I wish, then, you would give me your receipt, Mistress; for I verily think that my blood will take a month"s thawing, before it will run again in my veins."
She made no answer, and, in a tone somewhat piqued, he added, "I believe in my conscience those outlandish gentry have no more feeling without than they have within!"
Encreasing coldness and darkness repressed all further spirit of conversation, till the pilot proclaimed that they were halfway over the straits.
A general exclamation of joy now broke forth from all, while the new comer, suddenly casting something into the sea, e.j.a.c.u.l.a.t.ed, in French, "Sink, and be as nothing!" And then, clasping her hands, added, "Heaven be praised, "tis gone for ever!"
The pilot scolded and swore; every one was surprised and curious; and the elderly man plumply demanded, "Pray what have you thrown overboard, Mistress?"
Finding himself again unanswered, he rather angrily raised his voice, saying, "What, I suppose you don"t understand English now? Though you were pretty quick at it when we were leaving you in the lurch! Faith, that"s convenient enough!"
"For all I have been silent so long," cried the old sea officer, "it has not been for want of something to say; and I ask the favour that you won"t any of you take it ill, if I make free to mention what has been pa.s.sing, all this time, in my mind; though it may rather have the air of a hint than a compliment; but as I owe to being as much in fault as yourselves, I hope you won"t be affronted at a little plain dealing."
"You are mighty good to us, indeed, Sir!" cried Mrs Maple, "but pray what fault have you to charge Me with, amongst the rest?"