Out of respect to him, Philip asked no more questions although there were many things that he fain would have known. Both Coulson and he went silently and grimly through the remainder of their day’s work. Independent of any personal interest which either or both of them had or might have in Kinraid’s being a light o’ love, this fault of his was one with which the two grave, sedate young men had no sympathy. Their hearts were true and constant, whatever else might be their failings; and it is no new thing to ‘damn the faults we have no mind to.’ Philip wished that it was not so late, or that very evening he would have gone to keep guard over Sylvia in her mother’s absence — nay, perhaps he might have seen reason to give her a warning of some kind. But, if he had done so, it would have been locking the stable-door after the steed was stolen. Kinraid had turned his steps towards Haytersbank Farm as soon as ever he had completed his purchases. He had only come that afternoon to Monkshaven, and for the sole purpose of seeing Sylvia once more before he went to fulfil his engagement as specksioneer in the Urania, a whaling-vessel that was to sail from North Shields on Thursday morning, and this was Monday.
Sylvia sat in the house-place, her back to the long low window, in order to have all the light the afternoon hour afforded for her work. A basket of her father’s unmended stockings was on the little round table beside her, and one was on her left hand, which she supposed herself to be mending; but from time to time she made long pauses, and looked in the fire; and yet there was but little motion of flame or light in it out of which to conjure visions. It was ‘redd up’ for the afternoon; covered with a black mass of coal, over which the equally black kettle hung on the crook. In the back-kitchen Dolly Reid, Sylvia’s assistant during her mother’s absence, chanted a lugubrious ditty, befitting her condition as a widow, while she cleaned tins, and cans, and milking-pails. Perhaps these bustling sounds prevented Sylvia from hearing approaching footsteps coming down the brow with swift advance; at any rate, she started and suddenly stood up as some one entered the open door. It was strange she should be so much startled, for the person who entered had been in her thoughts all during those long pauses. Charley Kinraid and the story of crazy Nancy had been the subjects for her dreams for many a day, and many a night. Now he stood there, bright and handsome as ever, with just that much timidity in his face, that anxiety as to his welcome, which gave his accost an added charm, could she but have perceived it. But she was so afraid of herself, so unwilling to show what she felt, and how much she had been thinking of him in his absence, that her reception seemed cold and still. She did not come forward to meet him; she went crimson to the very roots of her hair; but that, in the waning light, he could not see; and she shook so that she felt as if she could hardly stand; but the tremor was not visible to him. She wondered if he remembered the kiss that had passed between them on new year’s eve — the words that had been spoken in the dairy on new year’s day; the tones, the looks, that had accompanied those words. But all she said was —
‘I didn’t think to see yo’. I thought yo’d ha’ sailed.’
‘I told yo’ I should come back, didn’t I?’ said he, still standing, with his hat in his hand, waiting to be asked to sit down; and she, in her bashfulness, forgetting to give the invitation, but, instead, pretending to be attentively mending the stocking she held. Neither could keep quiet and silent long. She felt his eyes were upon her, watching every motion, and grew more and more confused in her expression and behaviour. He was a little taken aback by the nature of his reception, and was not sure at first whether to take the great change in her manner, from what it had been when last he saw her, as a favourable symptom or otherwise. By-and-by, luckily for him, in some turn of her arm to reach the scissors on the table, she caught the edge of her work-basket, and down it fell. She stooped to pick up the scattered stockings and ball of worsted, and so did he; and when they rose up, he had fast hold of her hand, and her face was turned away, half ready to cry.
‘What ails yo’ at me?’ said he, beseechingly. ‘Yo’ might ha’ forgotten me; and yet I thought we made a bargain against forgetting each other.’ No answer. He went on: ‘Yo’ve never been out o’ my thoughts, Sylvia Robson; and I’m come back to Monkshaven for nought but to see you once and again afore I go away to the northern seas. It’s not two hour sin’ I landed at Monkshaven, and I’ve been near neither kith nor kin as yet; and now I’m here you won’t speak to me.’
‘I don’t know what to say,’ said she, in a low, almost inaudible tone. Then hardening herself, and resolving to speak as if she did not understand his only half-expressed meaning, she lifted up her head, and all but looking at him — while she wrenched her hand out of his — she said: ‘Mother’s gone to Middleham for a visit, and feyther’s out i’ t’ plough-field wi’ Kester; but he’ll be in afore long.’
Charley did not speak for a minute or so. Then he said —
‘Yo’re not so dull as to think I’m come all this way for t’ see either your father or your mother. I’ve a great respect for ‘em both; but I’d hardly ha’ come all this way for to see ‘em, and me bound to be back i’ Shields, if I walk every step of the way, by Wednesday night. It’s that yo’ won’t understand my meaning, Sylvia; it’s not that yo’ don’t, or that yo’ can’t.’ He made no effort to repossess himself of her hand. She was quite silent, but in spite of herself she drew long hard breaths. ‘I may go back to where I came from,’ he went on. ‘I thought to go to sea wi’ a blessed hope to cheer me up, and a knowledge o’ some one as loved me as I’d left behind; some one as loved me half as much as I did her; for th’ measure o’ my love toward her is so great and mighty, I’d be content wi’ half as much from her, till I’d taught her to love me more. But if she’s a cold heart and cannot care for a honest sailor, why, then, I’d best go back at once.’
He made for the door. He must have been pretty sure from some sign or other, or he would never have left it to her womanly pride to give way, and for her to make the next advance. He had not taken two steps when she turned quickly towards him, and said something — the echo of which, rather than the words themselves, reached him.
‘I didn’t know yo’ cared for me; yo’ niver said so.’ In an instant he was back at her side, his arm round her in spite of her short struggle, and his eager passionate voice saying, ‘Yo’ never knowed I loved you, Sylvia? say it again, and look i’ my face while yo’ say it, if yo’ can. Why, last winter I thought yo’d be such a woman when yo’d come to be one as my een had never looked upon, and this year, ever sin’ I saw yo’ i’ the kitchen corner sitting crouching behind my uncle, I as good as swore I’d have yo’ for wife, or never wed at all. And it was not long ere yo’ knowed it, for all yo’ were so coy, and now yo’ have the face — no, yo’ have not the face — come, my darling, what is it?’ for she was crying; and on his turning her wet blushing face towards him the better to look at it, she suddenly hid it in his breast. He lulled and soothed her in his arms, as if she had been a weeping child and he her mother; and then they sat down on the settle together, and when she was more composed they began to talk. He asked her about her mother; not sorry in his heart at Bell Robson’s absence. He had intended if necessary to acknowledge his wishes and desires with regard to Sylvia to her parents; but for various reasons he was not sorry that circumstances had given him the chance of seeing her alone, and obtaining her promise to marry him without being obliged to tell either her father or her mother at present. ‘I ha’ spent my money pretty free,’ he said, ‘and I’ve ne’er a penny to the fore, and yo’r parents may look for something better for yo’, my pretty: but when I come back fro’ this voyage I shall stand a chance of having a share i’ th’ Urania, and may-be I shall be mate as well as specksioneer; and I can get a matter of from seventy to ninety pound a voyage, let alone th’ half-guineas for every whale I strike, and six shilling a gallon on th’ oil; and if I keep steady wi’ Forbes and Company, they’ll make me master i’ time, for I’ve had good schooling, and can work a ship as well as any man;
an’ I leave yo’ wi’ yo’r parents, or take a cottage for yo’ nigh at hand; but I would like to have something to the fore, and that I shall have, please God, when we come back i’ th’ autumn. I shall go to sea happy, now, thinking I’ve yo’r word. Yo’re not one to go back from it, I’m sure, else it’s a long time to leave such a pretty girl as yo’, and ne’er a chance of a letter reaching yo’ just to tell yo’ once again how I love yo’, and to bid yo’ not forget yo’r true love.’
‘There’ll be no need o’ that,’ murmured Sylvia.
She was too dizzy with happiness to have attended much to his details of his worldly prospects, but at the sound of his tender words of love her eager heart was ready to listen.
‘I don’t know,’ said he, wanting to draw her out into more confession of her feelings. ‘There’s many a one ready to come after yo’; and yo’r mother is not o’er captivated wi’ me; and there’s yon tall fellow of a cousin as looks black at me, for if I’m not mista’en he’s a notion of being sweet on yo’ hisself.’
‘Not he,’ said Sylvia, with some contempt in her tone. ‘He’s so full o’ business and t’ shop, and o’ makin’ money, and gettin’ wealth.’
‘Ay, ay; but perhaps when he gets a rich man he’ll come and ask my Sylvia to be his wife, and what will she say then?’
‘He’ll niver come asking such a foolish question,’ said she, a little impatiently; ‘he knows what answer he’d get if he did.’
Kinraid said, almost as if to himself, ‘Yo’r mother favours him though.’ But she, weary of a subject she cared nothing about, and eager to identify herself with all his interests, asked him about his plans almost at the same time that he said these last words; and they went on as lovers do, intermixing a great many tender expressions with a very little conversation relating to facts.
Dolly Reid came in, and went out softly, unheeded by them. But Sylvia’s listening ears caught her father’s voice, as he and Kester returned homewards from their day’s work in the plough-field; and she started away, and fled upstairs in shy affright, leaving Charley to explain his presence in the solitary kitchen to her father.
He came in, not seeing that any one was there at first; for they had never thought of lighting a candle. Kinraid stepped forward into the firelight; his purpose of concealing what he had said to Sylvia quite melted away by the cordial welcome her father gave him the instant that he recognized him.
‘Bless thee, lad! who’d ha’ thought o’ seein’ thee? Why, if iver a thought on thee at all, it were half way to Davis’ Straits. To be sure, t’ winter’s been a dree season, and thou’rt, may-be, i’ t’ reet on ‘t to mak’ a late start. Latest start as iver I made was ninth o’ March, an’ we struck thirteen whales that year.’
‘I have something to say to you,’ said Charley, in a hesitating voice, so different to his usual hearty way, that Daniel gave him a keen look of attention before he began to speak. And, perhaps, the elder man was not unprepared for the communication that followed. At any rate, it was not unwelcome. He liked Kinraid, and had strong sympathy not merely with what he knew of the young sailor’s character, but with the life he led, and the business he followed. Robson listened to all he said with approving nods and winks, till Charley had told him everything he had to say; and then he turned and struck his broad horny palm into Kinraid’s as if concluding a bargain, while he expressed in words his hearty consent to their engagement. He wound up with a chuckle, as the thought struck him that this great piece of business, of disposing of their only child, had been concluded while his wife was away.
‘A’m noan so sure as t’ missus ‘ll like it,’ said he; ‘tho’ whativer she’ll ha’ to say again it, mischief only knows. But she’s noan keen on matterimony; though a have made her as good a man as there is in a’ t’ Ridings. Anyhow, a’m master, and that she knows. But may-be, for t’ sake o’ peace an’ quietness — tho’ she’s niver a scolding tongue, that a will say for her — we’n best keep this matter to ourselves till thou comes int’ port again. T’ lass upstairs ‘ll like nought better than t’ curl hersel’ round a secret, and purr o’er it, just as t’ oud cat does o’er her blind kitten. But thou’ll be wanting to see t’ lass, a’ll be bound. An oud man like me isn’t as good company as a pretty lass.’ Laughing a low rich laugh over his own wit, Daniel went to the bottom of the stairs, and called, ‘Sylvie, Sylvie! come down, lass! a’s reet; come down!’
For a time there was no answer. Then a door was unbolted, and Sylvia said,
‘I can’t come down again. I’m noan comin’ down again to-night.’
Daniel laughed the more at this, especially when he caught Charley’s look of disappointment.
‘Hearken how she’s bolted her door. She’ll noane come near us this night. Eh! but she’s a stiff little ‘un; she’s been our only one, and we’n mostly let her have her own way. But we’ll have a pipe and a glass; and that, to my thinking, is as good company as iver a woman in Yorkshire.’
CHAPTER XVII
REJECTED WARNINGS
The post arrived at Monkshaven three times in the week; sometimes, indeed, there were not a dozen letters in the bag, which was brought thither by a man in a light mail-cart, who took the better part of a day to drive from York; dropping private bags here and there on the moors, at some squire’s lodge or roadside inn. Of the number of letters that arrived in Monkshaven, the Fosters, shopkeepers and bankers, had the largest share.
The morning succeeding the day on which Sylvia had engaged herself to Kinraid, the Fosters seemed unusually anxious to obtain their letters. Several times Jeremiah came out of the parlour in which his brother John was sitting in expectant silence, and, passing through the shop, looked up and down the market-place in search of the old lame woman, who was charitably employed to deliver letters, and who must have been lamer than ever this morning, to judge from the lateness of her coming. Although none but the Fosters knew the cause of their impatience for their letters, yet there was such tacit sympathy between them and those whom they employed, that Hepburn, Coulson, and Hester were all much relieved when the old woman at length appeared with her basket of letters.
One of these seemed of especial consequence to the good brothers. They each separately looked at the direction, and then at one another; and without a word they returned with it unread into the parlour, shutting the door, and drawing the green silk curtain close, the better to read it in privacy.
Both Coulson and Philip felt that something unusual was going on, and were, perhaps, as full of consideration as to the possible contents of this London letter, as of attention to their more immediate business. But fortunately there was little doing in the shop. Philip, indeed, was quite idle when John Foster opened the parlour-door, and, half doubtfully, called him into the room. As the door of communication shut the three in, Coulson felt himself a little aggrieved. A minute ago Philip and he were on a level of ignorance, from which the former was evidently going to be raised. But he soon returned to his usual state of acquiescence in things as they were, which was partly constitutional, and partly the result of his Quaker training.
It was apparently by John Foster’s wish that Philip had been summoned. Jeremiah, the less energetic and decided brother, was still discussing the propriety of the step when Philip entered.
‘No need for haste, John; better not call the young man till we have further considered the matter.’
But the young man was there in presence; and John’s will carried the day.
It seemed from his account to Philip (explanatory of what he, in advance of his brother’s slower judgment, thought to be a necessary step), that the Fosters had for some time received anonymous letters, warning them, with distinct meaning, though in ambiguous terms, against a certain silk-manufacturer in Spitalfields, with whom they had had straightforward business dealings for many years; but to whom they had latterly advanced money. The letters hinted at the utter insolvency of this manufacturer. They had urged their correspondent to give them his name in con
fidence, and this morning’s letter had brought it; but the name was totally unknown to them, though there seemed no reason to doubt the reality of either it or the address, the latter of which was given in full. Certain circumstances were mentioned regarding the transactions between the Fosters and this manufacturer, which could be known only to those who were in the confidence of one or the other; and to the Fosters the man was, as has been said, a perfect stranger. Probably, they would have been unwilling to incur the risk they had done on this manufacturer Dickinson’s account, if it had not been that he belonged to the same denomination as themselves, and was publicly distinguished for his excellent and philanthropic character; but these letters were provocative of anxiety, especially since this morning’s post had brought out the writer’s full name, and various particulars showing his intimate knowledge of Dickinson’s affairs.
After much perplexed consultation, John had hit upon the plan of sending Hepburn to London to make secret inquiries respecting the true character and commercial position of the man whose creditors, not a month ago, they had esteemed it an honour to be.
Even now Jeremiah was ashamed of their want of confidence in one so good; he believed that the information they had received would all prove a mistake, founded on erroneous grounds, if not a pure invention of an enemy; and he had only been brought partially to consent to the sending of Hepburn, by his brother’s pledging himself that the real nature of Philip’s errand should be unknown to any human creature, save them three.
As all this was being revealed to Philip, he sat apparently unmoved and simply attentive. In fact, he was giving all his mind to understanding the probabilities of the case, leaving his own feelings in the background till his intellect should have done its work. He said little; but what he did say was to the point, and satisfied both brothers. John perceived that his messenger would exercise penetration and act with energy; while Jeremiah was soothed by Philip’s caution in not hastily admitting the probability of any charge against Dickinson, and in giving full weight to his previous good conduct and good character.
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