To Georgiana"s joy she proved herself the sailor her husband had prophesied, but her father was not so fortunate, and she promptly tucked him in his berth, where she kept him fairly comfortable until the rough seas quieted. When he was recovered he lay for one morning on the couch in the sitting-room, while the two workers resumed their task.
Here he seemed to slumber much of the time, but in reality he kept rather a close watch on the absorbed pair, whom he had never before seen thus engaged, much as he had heard of their labours.
Looking up suddenly Georgiana discovered the blue eyes upon her, and when her flying fingers next stopped she put a question: "A penny for your thoughts, Father Davy. Don"t we work together rather well, in spite of my being such a novice?"
"You two pull excellently well in double harness, it seems to me," he responded. "I can"t see that either is taking all the load while the other soldiers and lets the traces slack."
Doctor Craig looked around at him. "She"s always ahead by a pair of ears at least," he declared with a laugh.
"But I hear his steady pound--pound--at my side, and I"m afraid he"s going to get a shoulder ahead," his wife explained.
The interest the pair excited on shipboard was greater than Georgiana guessed, though Doctor Craig was quite aware of it. Somehow or other the word had gone around, as words do go in a ship"s company, as to the literary labours they were engaged in, and as Jefferson Craig"s name was one known to more people than Georgiana had the slightest notion of, there was cause enough for the attention given them. Craig"s noteworthy personality--one which marked him anywhere as a man of intellect and action--Georgiana"s fresh young beauty, her spontaneous low laughter as she paced the deck at her husband"s side, her readiness to make friends with those whose looks and bearing attracted her--these attributes made the Craigs the target for all eyes.
"I never saw people who looked so absolutely content," fretfully murmured one swathed mummy in a deck chair to another, as the pair pa.s.sed them, on the tenth round of a long tramp, one gray morning when the wind was more than ordinarily chill. The speaker"s black eyes, heavily lidded in a pale, discontented face, followed the Craigs out of sight as she spoke.
"Oh, they"re on their honeymoon--that accounts for it," replied the other, languidly. Her glance also had followed the walkers.
"No, they"re not--I"ve told you that before. They were married last December--plenty of time for the glamour to wear off. They act as if they never expected it to wear off. Sue Burlison must hate to look at them--she certainly had her mind made up to marry Jefferson Craig, if it could be done."
"So did Ursula Brandywine," contributed the languid one.
"You could say that of a dozen--twenty. I presume there are at least four disappointed mothers on board, besides Jane Burlison. Not that any of them ever had much encouragement from him--I"ll say that for him.
They"d about given him up as hopeless when he went off and married this country girl. One thing is certain--in spite of her fine clothes she hasn"t the air his wife ought to have--she"s not his equal."
"What"s that you say?" The questioner was a sallow-faced youth upon the black-eyed lady"s other side. Sunk deep in a fur-lined coat, his cap pulled low over his eyes--which were precisely like hers, even to the expression of discontent--he had seemed for the last hour to be slumbering. But at the moment he looked quite wide awake, as he turned his head toward his mother and challenged her latest statement. "What"s that you say?" he repeated, in her own acrimonious tone.
"Oh, have you come to at last?" she inquired. "It is quite impossible to remember that though you sleep for hours you are liable to wake in time to contradict me on any point whatever. In this case it is of no consequence what I may have said."
"You were handing us the hot dope about Mrs. Craig"s not being in the same cla.s.s with Dr. Jeff. It certainly does take a woman to stick her claws into another woman"s fur. There"s one thing I can tell you--there isn"t a man on board who"d agree with you. If she"s a country girl--you can say good-bye for me to the little old town. I"m going to take to rural life till I find another. Talk about peaches and cream!"
"I believe I did not mention her complexion," his mother observed coldly.
"Neither did your little son--though it would bear mentioning. I should say yes! You said she hadn"t any air. Jupiter--there she comes now. No air!"
He subsided into his high-turned fur collar but his eyes watched intently as the Craigs, still walking briskly after at least an hour"s exercise, came up the deck from the stern. His mother, on the contrary, let her drooping lids fall indifferently. The moment they were out of possible hearing the young man sat up.
"By Jove, if you call that no air, tell the grande dames to get a move on. She walks like a young G.o.ddess--that"s what."
"Silly boy! n.o.body is talking of her face or her gait. If you don"t know what I mean, no one can tell you."
"Oh, I know what you mean," her son a.s.sured her. "I get you. What I say is--you don"t get _her_! Jefferson Craig"s the one who gets her--lucky chap! Maybe he doesn"t know it--oh, no! Maybe not!" And turning his back he once more appeared to slumber.
It was fortunate for Georgiana that she never even imagined such comments, though she pa.s.sed these rows of critical eyes a hundred times a day, sat at table with people who were keenly observant of her every act and word, and spent some reluctant hours in the society of those who strove to cultivate her for their own blase enjoyment. She only knew that among the company she met a number of interesting men and women, with whom she and her husband were thoroughly congenial, and that it did not matter in the least about the rest. If those whom she liked so much, and with whom she could talk with the greatest zest, turned out to be the men and women of scientific or literary achievement, this seemed only natural to the college-bred girl, and she cared not at all that she did not get on so easily with those whose distinction lay in purely social or financial lines.
During the winter just past her experience had been much the same, in a larger way. Her husband"s acquaintance was naturally a large one, but the circle of his real friends was bound almost wholly by these same congenialities of mind and tastes. Georgiana had met and been entertained by many people whose names stood high on the list of the distinguished, though their personal fortunes were small, and their social activities were ignored in the society columns of the Sunday press. A college president, several famous surgeons, not a few noted authors of scientific books, as well as certain social workers, and two or three clergymen--these, with their wives and families, were the sort of people who gave to Georgiana Craig a hearty and sincere welcome, recognizing her at once as one who belonged to them. It was small wonder that the young wife, trained in a school of life in which nothing counted except worth and ability, found no lack, nor thought of sighing for the privilege her husband could easily have given her, had he cared for it himself, of mingling with a quite different cla.s.s, that of the rich and gay who cared for little except that which could give them the most powerfully emotional reactions in the way of diversion, acquisition, or notoriety.
So they continued to work and walk their joyously contented way across the wide Atlantic during the six days between port and port. Georgiana enjoyed every hour, from that early morning one in which she first came on deck, running up with her husband to breathe deeply of the stimulating sea breeze before breakfasting, to the latest one, when, furry coat drawn hurriedly on over her pretty evening frock, her dark hair lightly confined under a gauzy scarf, she with Craig and a merry half-dozen of the evening"s group came up again upon a deserted deck, to "blow the society fog out of their lungs," as one young biologist of coming reputation put it, in the silvery April moonlight, with only a few similarly inclined spirits to share with them the big empty s.p.a.ces.
"I shall really be sorry to land to-morrow," sighed Georgiana, leaning upon the rail on the last night of the voyage, and staring ahead toward the quarter where her husband had just indicated they would be seeing land when they came up in the morning. "It has been so perfect, this being off between the sea and the sky together. When shall I ever forget this first voyage? It"s a dream come true."
"You will enjoy the second one just as much, for you"re a born sailor, and there"ll be a long succession of voyages for you to look back upon by and by. Not just my annual pilgrimages to foreign clinics, but journeys to the ends of the earth if you like. Will that suit you, eager-eyed one?"
"Suit me? Oh, wonderful to think of! Am I eager-eyed really? I try so hard to cultivate that beautiful calm of manner I admire so much in other people. Haven"t I acquired a bit of it yet?"
"A beautiful calm of manner--all that could be desired. But your eyes still suggest that you"re standing on tiptoe, with your face lighted by the dawn," Craig answered contentedly. "Heaven forbid you ever lose that look! It"s what gives the zest to my life."
CHAPTER XXVII
"CAKES AND ICES"
Jefferson Craig found plenty of the zest which he had told Georgiana--that last evening on shipboard--her eager-eyed look added to his life, when, the next day, in a compartment reserved for the three travelers, he watched her as she fairly hung out of the windows. All through Devonshire and on to the northeast. She was drinking in the fair and ordered beauty of the English countryside in April, exclaiming over apple orchards rosy as sea-sh.e.l.ls with bloom, over vine-clad cottages and hedge-bordered lanes, ma.s.ses of wall flowers at each trim station, and such green fields as she had never seen in her life. Father Davy was not far behind her in his quiet enjoyment of the unaccustomed scenes.
A night at Bath, picturesque and interesting, and then before the eldest of the three travelers could be really weary they were in famous Oxford.
Professor Pembroke and his wife, Allison Craig, met them at the station, to convoy them to the comfortable quarters in the dignified stone house near Magdalen College, which Craig had more than once described to Georgiana.
Here the young American had her first taste of a manner of life which enchanted her. From the moment that she set eyes on Jefferson Craig"s sister, the original of the photograph she had so often studied with a constriction of the heart, not knowing whose it was, she was drawn to her as she had never been drawn to any other woman.
Sitting with her in the pleasant, chintz-hung living-room, walking with her in the garden which was like no garden she had ever imagined, she was conscious of a stronger sense of wonder than ever that a man whose family was represented by a sister like this could ever have chosen the crude young person she still considered herself. From Mrs. Pembroke, however, she received only heart-warming a.s.surance of her welcome and her fitness.
"My dear," Allison said, as the two stood at an ivy-framed window one morning, looking out at Mr. Warne and his son-in-law as they slowly paced up and down beneath a row of copper beeches between house and garden, "I never saw my brother so happy in his life. Jeff always was hard to please as a boy. I used to think it was merely a critical disposition, but later I discovered that it was his extreme distaste for all artifice, acting, intrigue--all absence of genuineness. Only those boys and men interested him whom he had absolute faith in.
"I don"t mean that he himself was a goody-goody--far from it; he was a terrible prank maker, and more than once narrowly missed suffering serious consequences. But when he really grew up and it came to an acquaintance with women, very few have even attracted him. I began to fear that he was becoming hardened and would never find just what his fastidious taste could approve--not to mention what his heart might soften to. But now--well, I think I am almost as happy as he is, that he has found you. He seems like a different being to me, and evidently it is you who have wrought the miracle."
"I surely have made no change in him," Georgiana protested. "He has been just as he is now from the beginning--except, of course, that I know him better. I can"t imagine him hardened to anything."
Allison Pembroke looked at her, smiling. She was herself an unusually beautiful woman, more mature than Georgiana, but still with a touch of girlishness in her personality which made her very appealing to her young guest.
"Evidently the softening process began the moment he met you," she said.
"He frankly admits that himself. I am going to tell you what he wrote to me last winter, after you had begun your work with him. "I feel like a footsore traveler," he said, "who has been walking for many miles along a hot and crowded highway, with the dust heavy on his shoulders and thick in his throat, who suddenly finds his course turned aside through a deep and quiet wood, with flowers springing on all sides, and a clear stream running beside him, where he may bathe his flushed face and cool his parched throat." I have never forgotten the words, because they struck me as so unlike him. I knew then that something had happened to him there in the old manse. And when I saw you, dear, I didn"t wonder that he chose just those words."
"I should never have thought," murmured Georgiana, incredulously, "that I could ever have reminded anybody of a quiet wood--I with my hot rebellion at having to spend my days in the country, which I could never quite cover up."
"I know. Just the same, Georgiana, after having known so many artificial women, posing, as women do pose for a man in Jefferson"s place, it refreshed his very soul to find a girl like you, who dared to be herself from head to foot, whether she pleased him or not. And oh, I am so thankful you could care for him, since he needed you so much!"
Such talks brought these two very close together.
It was a happy week which Georgiana spent in the fine, cla.s.sic old town, walking or driving with Allison, exploring quaint, winding streets, ancient halls, and flowery closes; or meeting interesting people of all ranks, from the chancellor of the University himself to the young undergraduates who offered her in their old and dingy but distinguished rooms tea and toasted scones, along with their fresh-cheeked admiration.
Not the least of her pleasure was in watching Father Davy"s keen enjoyment of everything that came his way, and in noting how many of these English people seemed to find him one of them in his appreciation of all they had to offer and in his intimate knowledge of their time-honoured history. He apparently grew a little stronger with each succeeding day; certainly he grew younger, for happiness is a tonic which has special power upon those who carry the burden of years; and Father Davy"s years, while not so many, had been heavy of weight upon his slender shoulders and had bowed them before their time.
After Oxford came London--a fortnight of it, and a very different experience. Living at a luxurious hotel with Allison Pembroke, who had come up with them, to show her all the ways of which she felt herself ignorant; with Craig coming and going from hospital and lecture room, suggesting each day new wonders; with hours spent daily in the dear delight of exploration in all sorts of out-of-the-way, famous places; Georgiana felt as if it were all too miraculous to be true.
That she, "Georgie Warne," as the village people had called her all her life, should, for instance, be walking with charming Mrs. Pembroke along Piccadilly in the May sunshine--real London sunshine and no watery imitation such as she had heard of--dressed in the most modish of spring costumes, violets in her belt purchased on a street corner from a young girl with the eyes of a Mrs. Patrick Campbell and the accent of Battersea Park--well, it simply did not seem real!
Much less did the hours seem real when she went with her husband to take tea on the Terrace at the Houses of Parliament, or with all three of her party to dine with some friendly Londoner who appeared eager to offer hospitality to the whole party. Best of all, perhaps, were the late evening walks upon which Craig took her alone, to stroll along the Victoria Embankment, a place of which she never tired, to watch the myriad lights upon the black river, and to talk endlessly of all the pair could see before them of purpose and achievement.