"What would you have me say?"
"I wait for your reply."
"G.o.d has heard it," said Deruchette.
Then the voice became almost sonorous, and at the same time softer than before, and these words issued from the leaves as from a burning bush:
"You are my betrothed. Come then to me. Let the blue sky, with all its stars, be witness of this taking of my soul to thine; and let our first embrace be mingled with that firmament."
Deruchette arose, and remained an instant motionless, looking straight before her, doubtless in another"s eyes. Then, with slow steps, with head erect, her arms drooping, but with the fingers of her hands wide apart, like one who leans on some unseen support, she advanced towards the trees, and was out of sight.
A moment afterwards, instead of the one shadow upon the gravelled walk, there were two. They mingled together. Gilliatt saw at his feet the embrace of those two shadows.
In certain moments of crisis, time flows from us as his sands from the hour-gla.s.s, and we have no feeling of his flight. That pair on the one hand, who were ignorant of the presence of a witness, and saw him not; on the other, that witness of their joy who could not see them, but who knew of their presence--how many minutes did they remain thus in that mysterious suspension of themselves? It would be impossible to say.
Suddenly a noise burst forth at a distance. A voice was heard crying "Help!" and the harbour bell began to sound. It is probable that in those celestial transports of delight they heard no echo of that tumult.
The bell continued to ring. Any one who had sought Gilliatt then in the angle of the wall would have found him no longer there.
BOOK II
GRAt.i.tUDE AND DESPOTISM
I
JOY SURROUNDED BY TORTURES
Mess Lethierry pulled the bell furiously, then stopped abruptly. A man had just turned the corner of the quay. It was Gilliatt.
Lethierry ran towards him, or rather flung himself upon him; seized his hand between his own, and looked him in the face for a moment, silent.
It was the silence of an explosion struggling to find an issue.
Then pulling and shaking him with violence, and squeezing him in his arms, he compelled him to enter the lower room of the Bravees, pushed back with his heel the door which had remained half opened, sat down, or sank into a chair beside a great table lighted by the moon, the reflection of which gave a vague pallor to Gilliatt"s face, and with a voice of intermingled laughter and tears, cried:
"Ah! my son; my player of the bagpipe! I knew well that it was you. The sloop, _parbleu_! Tell me the story. You went there, then. Why, they would have burnt you a hundred years ago! It is magic! There isn"t a screw missing. I have looked at everything already, recognised everything, handled everything. I guessed that the paddles were in the two cases. And here you are once more! I have been looking for you in the little cabin. I rang the bell. I was seeking for you. I said to myself, "Where is he, that I may devour him?" You must admit that wonderful things do come to pa.s.s. He has brought back life to me.
_Tonnerre!_ you are an angel! Yes, yes; it is my engine. n.o.body will believe it; people will see it, and say, "It can"t be true." Not a tap, not a pin missing. The feed-pipe has never budged an inch. It is incredible that there should have been no more damage. We have only to put a little oil. But how did you accomplish it? To think that the Durande will be moving again. The axle of the wheels must have been taken to pieces by some watchmaker. Give me your word that I am not crazy."
He sprang to his feet, breathed a moment, and continued:
"a.s.sure me of that. What a revolution! I pinched myself to be certain I was not dreaming. You are my child, you are my son, you are my Providence. Brave lad! To go and fetch my good old engine. In the open sea, among those cut-throat rocks. I have seen some strange things in my life; nothing like that. I have known Parisians, who were veritable demons, but I"ll defy them to have done that. It beats the Bastille. I have seen the _gauchos_ labouring in the _Pampas_, with a crooked branch of a tree for a plough and a bundle of thorn-bushes for a harrow, dragged by a leathern strap; they get harvests of wheat that way, with grains as big as hedgenuts. But that is a trifle compared with your feats. You have performed a miracle--a real one. Ah! _gredin!_ let me hug you. How they will gossip in St. Sampson. I shall set to work at once to build the boat. It is astonishing that the crank is all right.
Gentlemen, he has been to the Douvres; I say to the Douvres. He went alone. The Douvres! I defy you to find a worse spot. Do you know, have they told you, that it"s proved that Clubin sent the Durande to the bottom to swindle me out of money which he had to bring me? He made Tangrouille drunk. It"s a long story. I"ll tell you another day of his piratical tricks. I, stupid idiot, had confidence in Clubin. But he trapped himself, the villain, for he couldn"t have got away. There is a G.o.d above, scoundrel! Do you see, Gilliatt, bang! bang! the irons in the fire; we"ll begin at once to rebuild the Durande. We"ll have her twenty feet longer. They build them longer now than they did. I"ll buy the wood from Dantzic and Breme. Now I have got the machinery they will give me credit again. They"ll have confidence now."
Mess Lethierry stopped, lifted his eyes with that look which sees the heavens through the roof, and muttered, "Yes, there is a power on high!"
Then he placed the middle finger of his right hand between his two eyebrows, and tapped with his nail there, an action which indicates a project pa.s.sing through the mind, and he continued:
"Nevertheless, to begin again, on a grand scale, a little ready money would have been useful. Ah! if I only had my three bank-notes, the seventy-five thousand francs that that robber Rantaine returned, and that vagabond Clubin stole."
Gilliatt silently felt in his pocket, and drew out something which he placed before him. It was the leathern belt that he had brought back. He opened, and spread it out upon the table; in the inside the word "Clubin" could be deciphered in the light of the moon. He then took out of the pocket of the belt a box, and out of the box three pieces of paper, which he unfolded and offered to Lethierry.
Lethierry examined them. It was light enough to read the figures "1000,"
and the word "thousand" was also perfectly visible. Mess Lethierry took the three notes, placed them on the table one beside the other, looked at them, looked at Gilliatt, stood for a moment dumb; and then began again, like an eruption after an explosion:
"These too! You are a marvel. My bank-notes! all three. A thousand pounds each. My seventy-five thousand francs. Why, you must have gone down to the infernal regions. It is Clubin"s belt. Pardieu! I can read his vile name. Gilliatt has brought back engine and money too. There will be something to put in the papers. I will buy some timber of the finest quality. I guess how it was; you found his carcase; Clubin mouldering away in some corner. We"ll have some Dantzic pine and Breme oak; we"ll have a first-rate planking--oak within and pine without. In old times they didn"t build so well, but their work lasted longer; the wood was better seasoned, because they did not build so much. We"ll build the hull perhaps of elm. Elm is good for the parts in the water.
To be dry sometimes, and sometimes wet, rots the timbers; the elm requires to be always wet; it"s a wood that feeds upon water. What a splendid Durande we"ll build. The lawyers will not trouble me again. I shall want no more credit. I have some money of my own. Did ever any one see a man like Gilliatt. I was struck down to the ground, I was a dead man. He comes and sets me up again as firm as ever. And all the while I was never thinking about him. He had gone clean out of my mind; but I recollect everything now. Poor lad! Ah! by the way, you know you are to marry Deruchette."
Gilliatt leaned with his back against the wall, like one who staggers, and said in a tone very low, but distinct:
"No."
Mess Lethierry started.
"How, no!"
Gilliatt replied:
"I do not love her."
Mess Lethierry went to the window, opened and reclosed it, took the three bank-notes, folded them, placed the iron box on top, scratched his head, seized Clubin"s belt, flung it violently against the wall, and exclaimed:
"You must be mad."
He thrust his fists into his pockets, and exclaimed:
"You don"t love Deruchette? What! was it at me, then, that you used to play the bagpipe?"
Gilliatt, still supporting himself by the wall, turned pale, as a man near his end. As he became pale, Lethierry became redder.
"There"s an idiot for you! He doesn"t love Deruchette. Very good; make up your mind to love her, for she shall never marry any but you. A devilish pretty story that; and you think that I believe you. If there is anything really the matter with you, send for a doctor; but don"t talk nonsense. You can"t have had time to quarrel, or get out of temper with her. It is true that lovers are great fools sometimes. Come now, what are your reasons? If you have any, say. People don"t make geese of themselves without reasons. But, I have wool in my ears; perhaps I didn"t understand. Repeat to me what you said."
Gilliatt replied:
"I said, No!"
"You said, No. He holds to it, the lunatic! You must be crazy. You said, No. Here"s a stupidity beyond anything ever heard of. Why, people have had their heads shaved for much less than that. What! you don"t like Deruchette? Oh, then, it was out of affection for the old man that you did all these things? It was for the sake of papa that you went to the Douvres, that you endured cold and heat, and was half dead with hunger and thirst, and ate the limpets off the rocks, and had the fog, the rain, and the wind for your bedroom, and brought me back my machine, just as you might bring a pretty woman her little canary that had escaped from its cage. And the tempest that we had three days ago. Do you think I don"t bear it in mind? You must have had a time of it! It was in the midst of all this misery, alongside of my old craft, that you shaped, and cut, and turned, and twisted, and dragged about, and filed, and sawed, and carpentered, and schemed, and performed more miracles there by yourself than all the saints in paradise. Ah! you annoyed me enough once with your bagpipe. They call it a _biniou_ in Brittany.
Always the same tune too, silly fellow. And yet you don"t love Deruchette? I don"t know what is the matter with you. I recollect it all now. I was there in the corner; Deruchette said, "He shall be my husband;" and so you shall. You don"t love her! Either you must be mad, or else I am mad. And you stand there, and speak not a word. I tell you you are not at liberty to do all the things you have done, and then say, after all, "I don"t love Deruchette." People don"t do others services in order to put them in a pa.s.sion. Well; if you don"t marry her, she shall be single all her life. In the first place, I shall want you. You must be the pilot of the Durande. Do you imagine I mean to part with you like that? No, no, my brave boy; I don"t let you go. I have got you now; I"ll not even listen to you. Where will they find a sailor like you? You are the man I want. But why don"t you speak?"
Meanwhile the harbour bell had aroused the household and the neighbourhood. Douce and Grace had risen, and had just entered the lower room, silent and astonished. Grace had a candle in her hand. A group of neighbours, townspeople, sailors, and peasants, who had rushed out of their houses, were outside on the quay, gazing in wonderment at the funnel of the Durande in the sloop. Some, hearing Lethierry"s voice in the lower room, began to glide in by the half-opened door. Between the faces of two worthy old women appeared that of Sieur Landoys, who had the good fortune always to find himself where he would have regretted to have been absent.
Men feel a satisfaction in having witnesses of their joys. The sort of scattered support which a crowd presents pleases them at such times; their delight draws new life from it. Mess Lethierry suddenly perceived that there were persons about him; and he welcomed the audience at once.
"Ah! you are here, my friends? I am very glad to see you. You know the news? That man has been there, and brought it back. How d"ye do, Sieur Landoys? When I woke up just now, the first thing I spied was the funnel. It was under my window. There"s not a nail missing. They make pictures of Napoleon"s deeds; but I think more of that than of the battle of Austerlitz. You have just left your beds, my good friends. The Durande has found you sleeping. While you are putting on your night-caps and blowing out your candles there are others working like heroes. We are a set of cowards and do-nothings; we sit at home rubbing our rheumatisms; but happily that does not prevent there being some of another stamp. The man of the Bu de la Rue has arrived from the Douvres rocks. He has fished up the Durande from the bottom of the sea; and fished up my money out of Clubin"s pocket, from a greater depth still.
But how did you contrive to do it? All the powers of darkness were against you--the wind and the sea--the sea and the wind. It"s true enough that you are a magician. Those who say that are not so stupid after all. The Durande is back again. The tempests may rage now; that cuts the ground from under them. My friends, I can inform you that there was no shipwreck after all. I have examined all the machinery. It is like new, perfect. The valves go as easily as rollers. You would think them made yesterday. You know that the waste water is carried away by a tube inside another tube, through which come the waters from the boilers; this was to economise the heat. Well; the two tubes are there as good as ever. The complete engine, in fact. She is all there, her wheels and all. Ah! you shall marry her."