"Bress de child, dat will do her a heap more good dan askin" dem deep questions," and he watched beside her like a large faithful Newfoundland dog.
At last he touched her elbow and said, "We get off at de next landin", and I guess we mus" be pretty nigh dere."
Edith started up much refreshed and asked, "What sort of an evening is it?"
"Well, I"se sorry to say it"s rainin" hard and berry dark."
To her dismay she also found that it was nearly nine o"clock. The boat had been late in starting, and was so heavily laden as to make slow progress against wind and tide. Edith"s heart sank within her at the thought of landing alone in a strange place that dismal night. It was indeed a new experience to her. But she donned her waterproof, and the moment the boat touched the wharf, hurried ash.o.r.e, and stood under her small umbrella, while her household G.o.ds were being hustled out into the drenching rain. She knew the injury that must result to them unless they could speedily be carried into the boat-house near. At first there seemed no one to do this save Hannibal, who at once set to work, but she soon observed a man with a lantern gathering up some b.u.t.ter-tubs that the boat was landing, and she immediately appealed to him for help.
"I"m not the dock-master," was the gruff reply.
"You are a man, are you not? and one that will not turn away from a lady in distress. If my things stand long in this rain they will be greatly injured."
The man thus adjured turned his lantern on the speaker, and while we recognize the features of our acquaintance, Arden Lacey, he sees a face on the old dock that quite startles him. If Edith had dropped down with the rain, she could not have been more unexpected, and with her large dark eyes flashing suddenly on him, and her appealing yet half-indignant voice breaking in upon the waking dream with which he was beguiling the outward misery of the night, it seemed as if one of the characters of his fancy had suddenly become real. He who would have pa.s.sed Edith in surly unnoting indifference on the open street in the garish light of day, now took the keenest interest in her. He had actually been appealed to, as an ancient knight might have been, by a damsel in distress, and he turned and helped her with a will, which, backed by his powerful strength, soon placed her goods under shelter.
The lagging dock-master politicly kept out of the way till the work was almost done and then bustled up and made some show of a.s.sisting in time for any fees, if they should be offered, but Arden told him that since he had kept out of sight so long, he might remain invisible, which was the unpopular way the young man had.
When the last article had been placed under shelter Edith said:
"I appreciate your help exceedingly. How much am I to pay you for your trouble?"
"Nothing," was the rather curt reply.
The appearance of a lady like Edith, with a beauty that seemed weird and strange as he caught glimpses of her face by the fitful rays of his lantern, had made a sudden and strong impression on his morbid fancy and fitted the wild imaginings with which he had occupied the dreary hour of waiting for the boat. The presence of her sable attendant had increased these impressions. But when she took out her purse to pay him his illusions vanished. Therefore the abrupt tone in which he said "Nothing," and which was mainly caused by vexation at the matter-of-fact world that continually mocked his unreal one.
"I don"t quite understand you," said Edith. "I had no intention of employing your time and strength without remuneration."
"I told you I was not the dock-master," said Arden rather coldly.
"He"ll take all the fees you will give him. You appealed to me as a man, and said you were in distress. I helped you as a man. Good-evening."
"Stay," said Edith hastily. "You seem not only a man, but a gentleman, and I am tempted, in view of my situation, to trespa.s.s still further on your kindness," but she hesitated a moment.
It perhaps had never been intimated to Arden before that he was a gentleman, certainly never in the tone with which Edith spoke, and his fanciful, chivalric nature responded at once to the touch of that chord. With the accent of voice he ever used toward his mother, he said:
"I am at your service."
"We are strangers here," continued Edith. "Is there any place near the landing where we can get safe, comfortable lodging?"
"I am sorry to say there is not. The village is a mile away."
"How can we get there?"
"Isn"t the stage down?" asked Arden of the dock-master.
"No!" was the gruff response.
"The night is so bad I suppose they didn"t come. I would take you myself in a minute if I had a suitable wagon."
"Necessity knows no choice," said Edith quickly. "I will go with you in any kind of a wagon, and I surely hope you won"t leave me on this lonely dock in the rain."
"Certainly not," said Arden, reddening in the darkness that he could be thought capable of such an act. "But I thought I could drive to the village and send a carriage for you."
"I would rather go with you now, if you will let me," said Edith decidedly.
"The best I have is at your service, but I fear you will be sorry for your choice. I"ve only a board for a seat, and my wagon has no springs. Perhaps I could get a low box for you to sit on."
"Hannibal can sit on the box. With your permission I will sit with you, for I wish to ask you some questions."
Arden hung his lantern on a hook in front of his wagon, and helped or partly lifted Edith over the wheel to the seat, which was simply a board resting on the sides of the box. He turned a b.u.t.ter-tub upside down for Hannibal, and then they jogged out from behind the boat-house where he had sheltered his horses.
This was all a new experience to Arden. He had, from his surly misanthropy, little familiarity with society of any kind, and since as a boy he had romped with the girls at school he had been almost a total stranger to all women save those in his own home. Most young men would have been awkward louts under the circ.u.mstances. But this was not true of Arden, for he had daily been holding converse in the books he dreamed over with women of finer clay than he could have found at Pushton. He would have been excessively awkward in a drawing-room or any place of conventional resort, or rather he would have been sullen and bearish, but the place and manner in which he had met Edith accorded with his romantic fancy, and the darkness shielded his rough exterior from observation.
Moreover, the presence of this flesh-and-blood woman at his side gave him different sensations from the stately dames, or even the most piquant maidens that had smiled upon him in the shadowy scenes of his imagination; and when at times, as the wagon jolted heavily, she grasped his arm for a second to steady herself, it seemed as if the dusky little figure at his side was a sort of human electric battery charged with that subtile fluid which some believe to be the material life of the universe. Every now and then as they bounced over a stone, the lantern would bob up and throw a ray on a face like those that had looked out upon him from those plays of Shakespeare the scenes of which are laid in Italy.
Thus the dark, chilly, rainy night was becoming the most luminous period of his life. Reason and judgment act slowly, but imagination takes fire.
But to poor Edith all was real and dismal enough, and she often sighed heavily. To Arden each sigh was an appeal for sympathy. He had driven as rapidly as he dared in the darkness to get her out of the rain, but at last she said, clinging to his arm:
"Won"t you drive slowly? The jolting has given me a pain in my side."
He was conscious of a new and peculiar sensation there also, though not from jolting. He had been used to that in many ways all his life, but thereafter they jogged forward on a walk through the drizzling rain, and Edith, recovering her breath, and a sense of security, began to asked the questions.
"Do you know where the cottage is that was formerly owned by Mr.
Jenks?"
"Oh, yes, it"s not far from our house--between our house and the village." Then as if a sudden thought struck him he added quickly, "I heard it was sold; are you the owner?"
"Yes," said Edith a little coolly. She had expected to question and not to be questioned. And yet she was very glad she had met one who knew about her place. But she resolved to be non-committal till she knew more about him.
"What sort of a house is it?" she asked after a moment. "I have never seen it."
"Well, it"s not very large, and I fear it is somewhat out of repair--at least it looks so, and I should think a new roof was needed."
Edith could not help saying pathetically, "Oh, dear! I"m so sorry."
Arden then added hastily, "But it"s a kind of a pretty place too--a great many fruit-trees and grapevines on it."
"So I"ve been told," said Edith. "And that will be its chief attraction to me."
"Then you are going to live there?"
"Yes."
Arden"s heart gave a sudden throb. Then he would see this mysterious stranger often. But he smiled half bitterly in the darkness as he queried, "What will she appear like in the daylight?"
Her next question broke the spell he was under utterly. They were pa.s.sing through the village and the little hotel was near, and she naturally asked:
"To whom am I indebted for all this kindness? I am glad to know so much as that you are my neighbor."