'Ay,ay;butmanyathinghappensinfour—and—twentyhours。Hermotherisdying,maybedeadbythistime;andherhusbandshouldbetherewithher。Can'tyousendforhim?'
'Idon'tknowwhereheis,'saidHester。'Hewentofffromhereallonasudden,whentherewasallthemarket—folksint'shop;Ithoughthe'dmaybegonetoJohnFoster'saboutth'money,fortheywaspayingadealin。I'llsendthereandinquire。'
No!themessengerbroughtbackwordthathehadnotbeenseenattheirbankallmorning。FurtherinquiriesweremadebytheanxiousHester,bythedoctor,byCoulson;alltheycouldlearnwasthatPhoebehadseenhimpassthekitchenwindowabouteleveno'clock,whenshewaspeelingthepotatoesfordinner;andtwoladsplayingonthequay—sidethoughttheyhadseenhimamongagroupofsailors;buttheselatter,asfarastheycouldbeidentified,hadnoknowledgeofhisappearanceamongthem。
Beforenightthewholetownwasexcitedabouthisdisappearance。BeforenightBellRobsonhadgonetoherlonghome。AndSylviastilllayquietandtearless,apparentlymoreunmovedthananyothercreaturebytheeventsoftheday,andthestrangevanishingofherhusband。
Theonlythingsheseemedtocareforwasherbaby;sheheldittightinherarms,andDrMorganbadethemleaveitthere,itstouchmightdrawthedesiredtearsintoherweary,sleeplesseyes,andcharmtheachingpainoutofthem。
Theywereafraidlestsheshouldinquireforherhusband,whosenon—appearanceatsuchatimeofsorrowtohiswifemust(theythought)seemstrangetoher。Andnightdrewonwhiletheywereallinthisstate。Shehadgonebacktoherownroomwithoutawordwhentheyhaddesiredhertodoso;
caressingherchildinherarms,andsittingdownonthefirstchairshecameto,withaheavysigh,asifeventhisslightbodilyexertionhadbeentoomuchforher。Theysawhereyesturntowardsthedooreverytimeitwasopened,andtheythoughtitwaswithanxiousexpectationofonewhocouldnotbefound,thoughmanywereseekingforhiminallprobableplaces。
Whennightcamesomeonehadtotellherofherhusband'sdisappearance;
andDrMorganwasthepersonwhoundertookthis。
Hecameintoherroomaboutnineo'clock;herbabywassleepinginherarms;sheherselfpaleasdeath,stillsilentandtearless,thoughstrangelywatchfulofgesturesandsounds,andprobablycognizantofmorethantheyimagined。
'Well,MrsHepburn,'saidhe,ascheerfullyashecould,'Ishouldadviseyourgoingtobedearly;forIfancyyourhusbandwon'tcomehometo—night。
Somejourneyorother,thatperhapsCoulsoncanexplainbetterthanIcan,willmostlikelykeephimawaytillto—morrow。It'sveryunfortunatethatheshouldbeawayatsuchasadtimeasthis,asI'msurehe'llfeelwhenhereturns;butwemustmakethebestofit。'
Hewatchedhertoseetheeffectofhiswords。
Shesighed,thatwasall。Hestillremainedalittlewhile。Sheliftedherheadupalittleandasked,'Howlongdoyo'thinkshewasunconscious,doctor?Couldshehearthings,thinkyo',aforeshefellintothatstrangekindo'slumber?'
'Icannottell,'saidhe,shakinghishead。'Wasshebreathinginthathardsnoringkindofwaywhenyouleftherthismorning?'
'Yes,Ithinkso;Icannottell,somuchhashappened。'
'Whenyoucamebacktoher,afteryourbreakfast,Ithinkyousaidshewasinmuchthesameposition?'
'Yes,andyetImaybetellingyo'lies;ifIcouldbutthink:butit'smyheadasisachingso;doctor,Iwishyo'dgo,forIneedbeingalone,I'msomazed。'
'Good—night,then,foryou'reawisewoman,Isee,andmeantogotobed,andhaveagoodnightwithbabythere。'
ButhewentdowntoPhoebe,andtoldhertogoinfromtimetotime,andseehowhermistresswas。
HefoundHesterRoseandtheoldservanttogether;bothhadbeencrying,bothwereevidentlyingreattroubleaboutthedeathandthemysteryoftheday。
HesteraskedifshemightgoupandseeSylvia,andthedoctorgavehisleave,talkingmeanwhilewithPhoebeoverthekitchenfire。HestercamedownagainwithoutseeingSylvia。Thedooroftheroomwasbolted,andeverythingquietinside。
'Doessheknowwhereherhusbandis,thinkyou?'askedthedoctoratthisaccountofHester's。'She'snotanxiousabouthimatanyrate:orelsetheshockofhermother'sdeathhasbeentoomuchforher。Wemusthopeforsomechangeinthemorning;agoodfitofcrying,orafidgetaboutherhusband,wouldbemorenatural。Good—nighttoyouboth,'andoffhewent。
PhoebeandHesteravoidedlookingateachotheratthesewords。Bothwereconsciousoftheprobabilityofsomethinghavinggoneseriouslywrongbetweenthehusbandandwife。Hesterhadtherecollectionofthepreviousnight,Phoebetheuntastedbreakfastofto—daytogoupon。
Shespokefirst。
'Ajustwishhe'dcomehometostillfolks'tongues。Itneedniverha'
beenknownift'oldladyhadn'tdiedthisdayofallothers。It'ssuchathingfort'shopt'haveoneo't'partnersmissin',an'noonefort'knowwhat'scomedonhim。Itniverhappenedi'Fosters'days,that'sa'Iknow。'
'He'llmaybecomebackyet,'saidHester。'It'snotsoverylate。'
'Itweremarket—day,anda','continuedPhoebe,'justasifiverythingmungowrongtogether;an'a't'countrycustomers'llgobackwi'finetalei'theirmouths,asMeasterHepburnwasstrayedan'missin'justlikeabeasto'somekind。'
'Hark!isn'tthatastep?'saidHestersuddenly,asafootfallsoundedinthenowquietstreet;butitpassedthedoor,andthehopethathadarisenonitsapproachfellasthesounddiedaway。
'He'llnoanecometo—night,'saidPhoebe,whohadbeenaseageralistenerasHester,however。'Thou'dbestgothywayshome;ashallstayup,forit'snotseemlyforusa't'gotoourbeds,an'acorpseint'house;
an'Nancy,asmightha'watched,isgonetoherbedthishourpast,likealazybootsassheis。Acanhear,too,ift'measterdoescomehome;
tho'a'llbeboundhewunnot;choosewheereheis,he'llbei'bedbynow,forit'swellontoeleven。I'lllettheeoutbyt'shop—door,andstandbyittillthou'scloseathome,forit'sillforayoungwomantobei'
t'streetsolate。'
Sosheheldthedooropen,andshadedthecandlefromtheflickeringouterair,whileHesterwenttoherhomewithaheavyheart。
Heavilyandhopelesslydidtheyallmeetinthemorning。NonewsofPhilip,nochangeinSylvia;anunceasingflowofanglingandconjectureandgossipradiatingfromtheshopintothetown。
HestercouldhaveentreatedCoulsononherkneestoceasefromrepeatingthedetailsofastoryofwhicheverywordtouchedonarawplaceinhersensitiveheart;moreover,whentheytalkedtogethersoeagerly,shecouldnothearthecomingfootstepsonthepavementwithout。
Oncesomeonehitverynearthetruthinachanceremark。
'Itseemsstrange,'shesaid,'howasonemanturnsup,anotherjustdisappears。Why,itwerebutupo'TuesdayasKinraidcomeback,asallhisownfolkhadthoughttobedead;andnextdayhere'sMeasterHepburnasisgonenooneknowswheere!'
'That'st'wayi'thisworld,'repliedCoulson,alittlesententiously。
'Thislifeisfullo'changeso'onekindoranother;themthat'sdeadisalive;andasforpoorPhilip,thoughhewasalive,helookedfittertobedeadwhenhecameintot'shopo'Wednesdaymorning。'
'Andhowdoesshetakeit?'noddingtowhereSylviawassupposedtobe。
'Oh!she'snotherself,sotosay。Shewerejuststunnedbyfindinghermotherwasdyinginherveryarmswhenshethoughtasshewereonlysleeping;yetshe'sneverbeenabletocryadrop;sothatt'sorrow'sgoneinwardsonherbrain,andfromallIcanhear,shedoesn'trightlyunderstandasherhusbandismissing。T'doctorsaysifshecouldbutcry,she'dcometoajustercomprehensionofthings。'
'AndwhatdoJohnandJeremiahFostersaytoitall?'
'They'redownheremanyatimeint'daytoaskifhe'scomeback,orhowsheis;fortheymadeadealon'emboth。They'regoingt'attendt'
funeralto—morrow,andhavegivenordersast'shopistobeshutupint'morning。'
Tothesurpriseofeveryone,Sylvia,whohadneverleftherroomsincethenightofhermother'sdeath,andwassupposedtobealmostunconsciousofallthatwasgoingoninthehouse,declaredherintentionoffollowinghermothertothegrave。Noonecoulddomorethanremonstratenoonehadsufficientauthoritytointerferewithher。DrMorganeventhoughtthatshemightpossiblyberousedtotearsbytheoccasion,onlyhebeggedHestertogowithher,thatshemighthavethesolaceofsomewoman'scompany。
Shewentthroughthegreaterpartoftheceremonyinthesamehard,unmovedmannerinwhichshehadreceivedeverythingfordayspast。
Butonlookinguponce,astheyformedroundtheopengrave,shesawKester,inhisSundayclothes,withabitofnewcraperoundhishat,cryingasifhisheartwouldbreakoverthecoffinofhisgood,kindmistress。
Hisevidentdistress,theunexpectedsight,suddenlyloosedthefountainofSylvia'stears,andhersobsgrewsoterriblethatHesterfearedshewouldnotbeabletoremainuntiltheendofthefuneral。Butshestruggledhardtostaytillthelast,andthenshemadeanefforttogoroundbytheplacewhereKesterstood。
'Comeandseeme,'wasallshecouldsayforcryingandKesteronlynoddedhishead——hecouldnotspeakaword。
chapter36CHAPTERXXXVIMYSTERIOUSTIDINGSThatveryeveningKestercame,humblyknockingatthekitchen—door。Phoebeopenedit。HeaskedtoseeSylvia。
'Aknownotifshe'llseethee,'saidPhoebe。'There'snomakin'herout;sometimesshe'sforonething,sometimesshe'sforanother。'
'Shebidmecomeandseeher,'saidKester。'Onlythismornin',atmissus'
buryin',shetelledmetocome。'
SoPhoebewentofftoinformSylviathatKesterwasthere;andreturnedwiththedesirethathewouldwalkintotheparlour。Aninstantafterhewasgone,Phoebeheardhimreturn,andcarefullyshutthetwodoorsofcommunicationbetweenthekitchenandsitting—room。
SylviawasinthelatterwhenKestercamein,holdingherbabyclosetoher;indeed,sheseldomletitgonow—a—daystoanyoneelse,makingNancy'splacequiteasinecure,muchtoPhoebe'sindignation。
Sylvia'sfacewasshrunk,andwhite,andthin;herlovelyeyesaloneretainedtheyouthful,almostchildlike,expression。ShewentuptoKester,andshookhishornyhand,sheherselftremblingallover。
'Don'ttalktomeofher,'shesaidhastily。'Icannotstandit。It'sablessingforhertobegone,but,oh————'
Shebegantocry,andthencheeredherselfup,andswalloweddownhersobs。
'Kester,'shewenton,hastily,'CharleyKinraidisn'tdead;dosttaknow?He'salive,andhewerehereo'Tuesday——no,Monday,wasit?Icannottell——buthewerehere!'
'Aknowedasheweren'tdead。Everyoneisa—speakingonit。Butadidn'tknowasthee'dha'seenhim。Atookcomforti'thinkin'asthou'dha'beenwi'thymothera't'timeashewerei't'place。'
'Thenhe'sgone?'saidSylvia。
'Gone;ay,dayspast。Asfarasaknow,hebutstoppeda'neet。Athoughttomysel'(butyo'maybesureasaidnoughttonobody),he'sheerdasourSylviaweremarried,andhasputitinhispipe,andta'enhissel'
offtosmokeit。'
'Kester!'saidSylvia,leaningforwards,andwhispering。'Isawhim。
Hewashere。Philipsawhim。Philiphadknownashewasn'tdeada'thistime!'
Kesterstoodupsuddenly。
'Bygoom,thatchaphasadealt'answerfor。'
AbrightredspotwasoneachofSylvia'swhitecheeks;andforaminuteorsoneitherofthemspoke。
Thenshewenton,stillwhisperingoutherwords。
'Kester,I'mmoreafearedthanIdaretellanyone:cantheyha'met,thinkyo'?T'verythoughtturnsmesick。ItoldPhilipmymind,andtookavowagain'him——butitwouldbeawfultothinkonharmhappeningtohimthroughKinraid。Yethewentoutthatmorning,andhasniverbeenseenorheardonsin';andKinraidwerejustfellagain'him,andasforthatmatter,sowasI;but————'
Theredspotvanishedasshefacedherownimagination。
Kesterspoke。
'It'sathingascanbeeasylookedinto。Whatdayan'timewereitwhenPhilipleftthishouse?'
'Tuesday——thedayshedied。Isawhiminherroomthatmorningbetweenbreakfastanddinner;Icoulda'mostsweartoit'sbeingcloseaftereleven。
Imindcountingt'clock。ItwasthatverymornasKinraidwerehere。'
'A'llgoan'haveapinto'beeratt'King'sArms,downont'quay—side;
itweretheereheputupat。An'a'mprettysureasheonlystoppedonenight,andlefti't'morningbetimes。Buta'llgosee。'
'Do,'saidSylvia,'andgooutthrought'shop;they'reallwatchingandwatchingmetoseehowItakethings;anddaren'tletonaboutt'fireasisburningupmyheart。Coulsonisi't'shop,buthe'llnotnoticetheelikePhoebe。'
By—and—byKestercameback。ItseemedasthoughSylviahadneverstirred;
shelookedeagerlyathim,butdidnotspeak。
'Hewentawayi'RobMason'smail—cart,himastak'st'letterstoHartlepool。
T'lieutenant(astheyca'himdownatt'King'sArms;they'reasproudonhisuniformasifithadbeenanew—paintedsigntoswingo'ertheirdoors),t'lieutenanthadreckonedupo'stayin'longerwi''em;buthewentoutbetimeso'Tuesdaymorn',an'camebacka'ruffledup,anpaidhisbill——paidforhisbreakfast,thoughhetouchednoaneonit——an'wentoffi'Robpostman'smail—cart,asstartsreg'laratteno'clock。Corneyshasbeentheereaskin'forhim,an'makin'apieceo'work,asheniverwentnearem;andtheybeescousins。Niveraoneamong'emknowsashewerehereasfarasacouldmak'out。'
'Thankyo',Kester,'saidSylvia,fallingbackinherchair,ifalltheenergythathadkeptherstiffanduprightwasgonenowthatheranxietywasrelieved。
Shewassilentforalongtime;hereyesshut,hercheeklaidonherchild'shead。Kesterspokenext。
'Athinkit'sprettyclearasthey'nnivermet。Butitsa't'morewonderwherethyhusband'sgoneto。Theeandhimhadwordsaboutit,andthoutelledhimthymind,thousaid?'
'Yes,'saidSylvia,notmoving。'I'mafearedlestmotherknowswhatIsaidtohim,there,whereshe'sgoneto——Iam—'thetearsfilledhershuteyes,andcamesoftlyoverflowingdownhercheeks;'andyetitweretrue,whatIsaid,Icannotforgivehim;he'sjustspoiltmylife,andI'mnotone—and—twentyyet,andheknowedhowwretched,howverywretched,Iwere。Awordfra'himwouldha'mendedita';andCharleyhadbidhimspeaktheword,andgivemehisfaithfullove,andPhilipsawmyheartachedayafterday,andniverletonashimIwasmourningforwasalive,andhadsentmewordashe'dkeeptruetome,asIweretodotohim。'
'Awisha'dbeentheere;a'dha'felledhimtot'ground,'saidKester,clenchinghisstiff,hardhandwithindignation。
Sylviawassilentagain:paleandwearyshesate,hereyesstillshut。
Thenshesaid,'Yetheweresogoodtomother;andmotherlovedhimso。Oh,Kester!'
liftingherselfup,openinghergreatwistfuleyes,'it'swellforfolksascandie;they'resparedadealo'misery。'
'Ay!'saidhe。'Butthere'sfolkasone'udliketokeepfra'shirkin'
theirmisery。Thinkyo'nowasPhilipislivin'?'
Sylviashiveredallover,andhesitatedbeforeshereplied。
'Idunnotknow。Isaidsuchthings;hedeserved'emall————'
'Well,well,lass!'saidKester,sorrythathehadaskedthequestionwhichwasproducingsomuchemotionofonekindoranother。'Neithertheenormecantell;wecanneitherhelpnorhinder,seem'ashe'sta'enhissel'
offoutonoursight,we'dbestnotthinkonhim。A'lltryan'telltheesomenews,ifacanthinkonitwi'mymindsofull。ThouknowsHaytersbankfolkha'flitted,andt'oudplaceisempty?'
'Yes!'saidSylvia,withtheindifferenceofoneweariedoutwithfeeling。
'Aonlytelledyo't'accountlikeformebein'atalooseendi'Monkshaven。
Mysister,heraslivedatDaleEndan'isawidow,hascomedint'towntolive;an'a'mlodgingwi'her,an'jobbin'about。A'mgettin'prettywelltodo,an'a'mnoanefart'seek,an'a'mgoingnow:onlyfirstajustwantedfort'sayasa'mthyoldestfriend,areckon,andifacandoaturnforthee,orgoanerrand,likeasa'vedoneto—day,orifit'sanycomforttotalkabittoonewho'sknownthylifefromababby,whyyo'veonlyt'sendforme,an'a'dcomeifitweretwentymile。A'mlodgin'
atPeggyDawson's,t'lathandplastercottageatt'righthando't'bridge,a'amongt'newhouses,asthey'rethinkin'o'buildin'neart'sea:noonecanmissit。'
Hestoodupandshookhandswithher。Ashedidso,helookedathersleepingbaby。
'She'slikeryo'thanhim。Athinka'llsay,Godblessher。'
Withtheheavysoundofhisout—goingfootsteps,babyawoke。Sheoughtbeforethistimetohavebeenasleepinherbed,andthedisturbancemadehercryfretfully。
'Hushthee,darling,hushthee!'murmuredhermother;'there'snoonelefttolovemebutthee,andIcannotstandthyweeping,myprettyone。
Hushthee,mybabe,hushthee!'
Shewhisperedsoftinthelittleone'searasshetookherupstairstobed。
AboutthreeweeksafterthemiserabledateofBellRobson'sdeathandPhilip'sdisappearance,HesterRosereceivedaletterfromhim。Sheknewthewritingontheaddresswell;anditmadehertremblesomuchthatitwasmanyminutesbeforeshedaredtoopenit,andmakeherselfacquaintedwiththefactsitmightdisclose。
Butsheneednothavefeared;therewerenofactstold,unlessthevaguedateof'London'mightbesomethingtolearn。Eventhatmuchmighthavebeenfoundoutbythepost—mark,onlyshehadbeentoomuchtakenbysurprisetoexamineit。
Itranasfollows:——
'DEARHESTER,——
'Tellthosewhomitmayconcern,thatIhaveleftMonkshavenforever。
Nooneneedtroublethemselvesaboutme;Iamprovidedfor。Pleasetomakemyhumbleapologiestomykindfriends,theMessrsFoster,andtomypartner,WilliamCoulson。Pleasetoacceptofmylove,andtojointhesametoyourmother。PleasetogivemyparticularandrespectfuldutyandkindlovetomyauntIsabellaRobson。HerdaughterSylviaknowswhatIhavealwaysfelt,andshallalwaysfeel,forherbetterthanIcaneverputintolanguage,soIsendhernomessage;Godblessandkeepmychild。Youmustalllookonmeasonedead;asIamtoyou,andmaybeshallsoonbeinreality。
'Youraffectionateandobedientfriendtocommand,'PHILIPHEPBURN。
'P。S。——Oh,Hester!forGod'ssakeandmine,lookafter'('mywife,'
scratchedout)'Sylviaandmychild。IthinkJeremiahFosterwillhelpyoutobeafriendtothem。ThisisthelastsolemnrequestofP。H。Sheisbutveryyoung。
Hesterreadthisletteragainandagain,tillherheartcaughttheechoofitshopelessness,andsankwithinher。Sheputitinherpocket,andreflecteduponitallthedaylongassheservedintheshop。
Thecustomersfoundherasgentle,butfarmoreinattentivethanusual。
Shethoughtthatintheeveningshewouldgoacrossthebridge,andconsultwiththetwogoodoldbrothersFoster。Butsomethingoccurredtoputoffthefulfilmentofthisplan。
ThatsamemorningSylviahadprecededher,withnoonetoconsult,becauseconsultationwouldhaverequiredpreviousconfidence,andconfidencewouldhavenecessitatedsuchaconfessionaboutKinraidasitwasmostdifficultforSylviatomake。Thepooryoungwifeyetfeltthatsomestepmustbetakenbyher;andwhatitwastobeshecouldnotimagine。
Shehadnohometogoto;forasPhilipwasgoneaway,sheremainedwhereshewasonlyonsufferance;shedidnotknowwhatmeansoflivelihoodshehad;shewaswillingtowork,nay,wouldbethankfultotakeupheroldlifeofcountrylabour;butwithherbaby,whatcouldshedo?
Inthisdilemma,therecollectionoftheoldman'skindlyspeechandofferofassistance,made,itistrue,halfinjoke,attheendofherweddingvisit,cameintohermind;andsheresolvedtogoandaskforsomeofthefriendlycounselandassistancethenoffered。
Itwouldbethefirsttimeofhergoingoutsincehermother'sfuneral,andshedreadedtheeffortonthataccount。Moreeventhanonthataccountdidsheshrinkfromgoingintothestreetsagain。ShecouldnotgetovertheimpressionthatKinraidmustbelingeringnear;andshedistrustedherselfsomuchthatitwasapositiveterrortothinkofmeetinghimagain。
Shefeltasthough,ifshebutcaughtasightofhim,theglitterofhisuniform,orheardhiswell—knownvoiceinonlyadistantsyllableoftalk,herheartwouldstop,andsheshoulddiefromveryfrightofwhatwouldcomenext。Orrathersoshefelt,andsoshethoughtbeforeshetookherbabyinherarms,asNancygaveittoherafterputtingonitsout—of—doorattire。
Withitinherarmsshewasprotected,andthewholecurrentofherthoughtswaschanged。Theinfantwaswailingandsufferingwithitsteething,andthemother'sheartwassooccupiedinsoothingandconsolinghermoaningchild,thatthedangerousquay—sideandthebridgewerepassedalmostbeforeshewasaware;nordidshenoticetheeagercuriosityandrespectfulattentionofthoseshemetwhorecognizedhereventhroughtheheavyveilwhichformedpartofthedrapingmourningprovidedforherbyHesterandCoulson,inthefirstunconsciousdaysafterhermother'sdeath。
ThoughpublicopinionasyetreserveditsverdictuponPhilip'sdisappearance——warnedpossiblybyKinraid'sstoryagainsthastydecisionsandjudgmentsinsuchtimesasthoseofwarandgeneraldisturbance——yeteveryoneagreedthatnomorepitifulfatecouldhavebefallenPhilip'swife。
Markedoutbyherstrikingbeautyasanobjectofadmiringinteresteveninthosedayswhenshesateingirlhood'ssmilingpeacebyhermotherattheMarketCross——herfatherhadlosthislifeinapopularcause,andignominiousasthemannerofhisdeathmightbe,hewaslookeduponasamartyrtohiszealinavengingthewrongsofhistownsmen;Sylviahadmarriedamongstthemtoo,andherquietdailylifewaswellknowntothem;
andnowherhusbandhadbeencarriedofffromhersidejustontheverydaywhensheneededhiscomfortmost。
ForthegeneralopinionwasthatPhiliphadbeen'carriedoff'——inseaporttownssuchoccurrenceswerenotuncommoninthosedays——eitherbyland—crimpsorwater—crimps。
SoSylviawastreatedwithsilentreverence,asonesorelyafflicted,byalltheunheededpeopleshemetinherfalteringwalktoJeremiahFoster's。
Shehadcalculatedhertimesoastofallinwithhimathisdinnerhour,eventhoughitobligedhertogotohisownhouseratherthantothebankwhereheandhisbrotherspentallthebusinesshoursoftheday。
Sylviawassonearlyexhaustedbythelengthofherwalkandtheweightofherbaby,thatallshecoulddowhenthedoorwasopenedwastototterintothenearestseat,sitdown,andbegintocry。
Inaninstantkindhandswereabouther,looseningherheavycloak,offeringtorelieveherofherchild,whoclungtoherallthemorefirmly,andsomeonewaspressingaglassofwineagainstherlips。
'No,sir,Icannottakeit!wineallaysgivesmeth'headache;ifI
mighthavejustadrinko'water。Thankyou,ma—am'(totherespectable—lookingoldservant),'I'mwellenoughnow;andperhaps,sir,Imightspeakawordwithyo',forit'sthatI'vecomefor。'
'It'sapity,SylviaHepburn,astheedidstnotcometomeatthebank,forit'sbeenalongtoilfortheeallthiswayintheheat,withthychild。
Butifthere'saughtIcandoorsayforthee,thouhastbuttonameit,Iamsure。Martha!wiltthourelieveherofherchildwhileshecomeswithmeintotheparlour?'
ButthewilfullittleBellastoutlyrefusedtogotoanyone,andSylviawasnotwillingtopartwithher,tiredthoughshewas。
Sothebabywascarriedintotheparlour,andmuchofherafter—lifedependedonthistrivialfact。
Onceinstalledintheeasy—chair,andfacetofacewithJeremiah,Sylviadidnotknowhowtobegin。
Jeremiahsawthis,andkindlygavehertimetorecoverherself,bypullingouthisgreatgoldwatch,andlettingthesealdanglebeforethechild'seyes,almostwithinreachofthechild'seagerlittlefingers。
'Shefavoursyouadeal,'saidhe,atlast。'Morethanherfather,'
hewenton,purposelyintroducingPhilip'sname,soastobreaktheice;
for'herightlyconjecturedshehadcometospeaktohimaboutsomethingconnectedwithherhusband。
StillSylviasaidnothing;shewaschokingdowntearsandshyness,andunwillingnesstotakeasconfidantamanofwhomsheknewsolittle,onsuchslightground(asshenowfeltittobe)asthelittlekindlyspeechwithwhichshehadbeendismissedfromthathousethelasttimethatsheenteredit。
'It'snousekeepingyo',sir,'shebrokeoutatlast。'It'saboutPhilipasIcomedtospeak。Doyo'knowanythingwhatsoeverabouthim?Heniverhadachanceo'sayinganything,Iknow;butmaybehe'swritten?'
'Notaline,mypooryoungwoman!'saidJeremiah,hastilyputtinganendtothatvainidea。
'Thenhe'seitherdeadorgone。awayforiver,'shewhispered。'Imunbebothfeytherandmothertomychild。'
'Oh!theemustnotgiveitup,'repliedhe。'Manyaoneiscarriedofftothewars,ortothetenderso'men—o'—war;andthentheyturnouttobeunfitforservice,andaresenthome。Philip'llcomebackbeforetheyear'sout;thee'llseethat。'
'No;he'llnivercomeback。AndI'mnotsureasIshouldiverwishhimt'comeback,ifIcouldbutknowwhatwasgonewi'him。Yo'see,sir,thoughIweresoresetagain'him,Ishouldn'tlikeharmtohappenhim。'
'ThereissomethingbehindallthisthatIdonotunderstand。Cantheetellmewhatitis?'
'Imust,sir,ifyo'retohelpmewi'yourcounsel;andIcameupheretoaskforit。'
Anotherlongpause,duringwhichJeremiahmadeafeintofplayingwiththechild,whodancedandshoutedwithtantalizedimpatienceatnotbeingabletoobtainpossessionoftheseal,andatlengthstretchedouthersoftroundlittlearmstogototheownerofthecovetedpossession。SurpriseatthisactionrousedSylvia,andshemadesomecommentuponit。
'Iniverknewhert'gotoanyoneafore。Ihopeshe'llnotbetroublesometoyo',sir?'
Theoldman,whohadoftenlongedforachildofhisownindaysgoneby,washighlypleasedbythismarkofbaby'sconfidence,andalmostforgot,intryingtostrengthenherregardbyallthewinningwilesinhispower,howherpoormotherwasstilllingeringoversomepainfulstorywhichshecouldnotbringherselftotell。
'I'mafearedofspeakingwrongagain'anyone,sir。Andmotherweresofondo'Philip;buthekeptsomethingfrommeaswouldha'mademeadifferentwoman,andsomeoneelse,happen,adifferentman。Iweretroth—plightedwi'Kinraidthespecksioneer,himaswascousintoth'Corneyso'MossBrow,andcomedbacklieutenanti't'navylastTuesdaythreeweeks,afteriveryonehadthoughthimdeadandgonethesethreeyears。'
Shepaused。
'Well?'saidJeremiah,withinterest;althoughhisattentionappearedtobedividedbetweenthemother'sstoryandtheeagerplayfulnessofthebabyonhisknee。
'Philipknewhewerealive;he'dseenhimtakenbyt'press—gang,andCharleyhadsentamessagetomebyPhilip。'
Herwhitefacewasreddening,hereyesflashingatthispointofherstory。
'Andhenivertoldmeawordonit,notwhenhesawmeliketobreakmyheartinthinkingasKinraidweredead;hekeptita'tohissel';andwatchedmecry,andniversaidawordtocomfortmewi't'truth。Itwouldha'beenagreatcomfort,sir,onlyt'havehadhismessageifI'dniverha'beentoseehimagain。ButPhilipniverletontoanyone,asIiverhearedon,thathe'dseenCharleythatmorningast'press—gangtookhim。
Yo'knowaboutfeyther'sdeath,andhowfriendlessmotherandmewasleft?
andsoImarriedhim;forhewereagoodfriendtousthen,andIweredazedlikewi'sorrow,andcouldseenaughtelsetodoformother。Hewereallaysverytenderandgoodtoher,forsure。'
Againalongpauseofsilentrecollection,brokenbyone,ortwodeepsighs。