by Anthony Hope
CHAPTER XVIII
SOME MIGHTY SILLY BUSINESS
"In truth, madame," said I, "it's the wont of your sex. As soon as awoman knows a thing to be hers entirely, she'll fling it away." Withthis scrap of love's lore and youth's philosophy I turned my back on mycompanion, and having walked to where the battered pasty lay beside theempty jug sat down in high dudgeon. Barbara's eyes were set on the spotwhere the guinea had been swallowed by the waves, and she took no heedof my remark nor of my going.
Say that my pleasantry was misplaced, say that she was weary andstrained beyond her power, say what you will in excuse, I allow it all.Yet it was not reason to fling my last guinea into the sea. A flash ofpetulance is well enough and may become beauty as summer lightning decksthe sky, but fury is for termagants, and nought but fury could fling mylast guinea to the waves. The offence, if offence there were, was toosmall for so monstrous an outburst. Well, if she would quarrel, I wasready; I had no patience with such tricks; they weary a man of sense;women serve their turn ill by using them. Also I had done her some smallservice. I would die sooner than call it to her mind, but it would havebeen a grace in her to remember it.
The afternoon came, grew to its height, and waned as I lay, back to seaand face to cliff, thinking now of all that had passed, now of what wasbefore me, sparing a moment's fitful sorrow for the poor wretch who laydead there by the cottage door, but returning always in resentful moodto my lost guinea and Barbara's sore lack of courtesy. If she needed me,I was ready; but heaven forbid that I should face fresh rebuffs byseeking her! I would do my duty to her and redeem my pledge. More couldnot now be looked for, nay, by no possibility could be welcome; to keepaway from her was to please her best. It was well, for in that her mindjumped with mine. In two hours now we could set out for Dover.
"Simon, I'm hungry."
The voice came from behind my shoulder, a yard or two away, a voice verymeek and piteous, eloquent of an exhaustion and a weakness so greatthat, had they been real, she must have fallen by me, not stood uprighton her feet. Against such stratagems I would be iron. I paid no heed,but lay like a log.
"Simon, I'm very thirsty too."
Slowly I gathered myself up and, standing, bowed.
"There's a fragment of the pasty," said I; "but the jug is empty."
I did not look in her face and I knew she did not look in mine.
"I can't eat without drinking," she murmured.
"I have nothing with which to buy liquor, and there's nowhere to buyit."
"But water, Simon? Ah, but I mustn't trouble you."
"I'll go to the cottage and seek some."
"But that's dangerous."
"You shall come to no hurt."
"But you?"
"Indeed I need a draught for myself. I should have gone after one in anycase."
There was a pause, then Barbara said:
"I don't want it. My thirst has passed away."
"Will you take the pasty?"
"No, my hunger is gone too."
I bowed again. We stood in silence for a moment.
"I'll walk a little," said Barbara.
"At your pleasure," said I. "But pray don't go far, there may bedanger."
She turned away and retraced her steps to the beach. The instant she wasgone, I sprang up, seized the jug, and ran at the best of my speed tothe cottage. Jonah Wall lay still across the entrance, no livingcreature was in sight; I darted in and looked round for water; a pitcherstood on the table, and I filled the jug hastily. Then, with a smile ofsour triumph, I hurried back the way I had come. She should have nocause to complain of me. I had been wronged, and was minded to hug mygrievance and keep the merit of the difference all on my side. Thatmotive too commonly underlies a seeming patience of wrong. I would notfor the world enrich her with a just quarrel, therefore I brought herwater, ay, although she feigned not to desire it. There it was for her,let her take it if she would, or leave it if she would; and I set thejug down by the pasty. She should not say that I had refused to fetchher what she asked, although she had, for her own good reasons, flung myguinea into the sea. She would come soon, then would be my hour. Yet Iwould spare her; a gentleman should show no exultation; silence wouldserve to point the moral.
But where was she? To say truth, I was impatient for the play to beginand anticipation grew flat with waiting. I looked down to the shore butcould not see her. I rose and walked forward till the beach lay openbefore me. Where was Barbara?
A sudden fear ran through me. Had any madness seized the girl, someuncontrolled whim made her fly from me? She could not be so foolish. Butwhere was she? On the moment of the question a cry of surprise rang frommy lips. There, ahead of me, not on the shore, but on the sea, wasBarbara. The boat was twelve or fifteen yards from the beach, Barbara'sface was towards me, and she was rowing out to sea. Forgetting pasty andjug, I bounded down. What new folly was this? To show herself in theboat was to court capture. And why did she row out to sea? In an instantI was on the margin of the water. I called out to her, she took no heed;the boat was heavy, but putting her strength into the strokes she droveit along. Again I called, and called unheeded. Was this my triumph? Isaw a smile on her face. Not she, but I, afforded the sport then. Iwould not stand there, mocked for a fool by her eyes and her smile.
"Come back," I cried.
The boat moved on. I was in the water to my knees. "Come back," I cried.I heard a laugh from the boat, a high nervous laugh; but the boat movedon. With an oath I cast my sword from me, throwing it behind me on thebeach, and plunged into the water. Soon I was up to the neck, and I tookto swimming. Straight out to sea went the boat, not fast, butrelentlessly. In grim anger I swam with all my strength. I could notgain on her. She had ceased now even to look where my head bobbed amongthe waves; her face was lifted towards the sky. By heaven, did she invery truth mean to leave me? I called once more. Now she answered.
"Go back," she said. "I'm going alone."
"By heaven, you aren't," I muttered with a gasp, and set myself to afaster stroke. Bad to deal with are women! Must she fly from me and riskall because I had not smiled and grinned and run for what she needed,like a well-trained monkey? Well, I would catch her and bring her back.
But catch her I could not. A poor oarsman may beat a fair swimmer, andshe had the start of me. Steadily out to sea she rowed, and I toiledbehind. If her mood lasted--and hurt pride lasts long in disdainfulladies who are more wont to deal strokes than to bear them--my choicewas plain. I must drown there like a rat, or turn back a beaten cur.Alas for my triumph! If to have thought on it were sin, I was nowchastened. But Barbara rowed on. In very truth she meant to leave me,punishing herself if by that she might sting me. What man would haveshown that folly--or that flower of pride?
Yet was I beaten? I do not love to be beaten, above all when the gamehas seemed in my hands. I had a card to play, and, between my pants,smiled grimly as it came into my mind. I glanced over my shoulder; I washard on half-a-mile from shore. Women are compassionate; quick onpride's heels there comes remorse. I looked at the boat; the intervalthat parted me from it had not narrowed by an inch, and its head wasstraight for the coast of France. I raised my voice, crying:
"Stop, stop!"
No answer came. The boat moved on. The slim figure bent and rose again,the blades moved through the water. Well then, the card should beplayed, the trick of a wily gamester, but my only resource.
"Help, help!" I cried; and letting my legs fall and raising my handsover my head, I inhaled a full breath and sank like a stone, far out ofsight beneath the water. Here I abode as long as I could; then, afterswimming some yards under the surface, I rose and put my head out again,gasping hard and clearing my matted hair from before my eyes. I couldscarcely stifle a cry. The boat's head was turned now, and Barbara wasrowing with furious speed towards where I had sunk, her head turned overher shoulder and her eyes fixed on the spot. She passed by where I was,but did not see me. She reached the spot and dropped her oars.
"Help, help!"
I cried a second time, and stayed long enough to let hersee my head before I dived below. But my stay was shorter now. Up again,I looked for her. She was all but over me as she went by; she panted,she sobbed, and the oars only just touched water. I swam five strokesand caught at the gunwale of the boat. A loud cry broke from her. Theoars fell from her hand. The boat was broad and steady. I flung my legover and climbed in, panting hard. In truth I was out of breath. Barbaracried, "You're safe!" and hid her face in her hands.
We were mad both of us, beyond a doubt, she sobbing there on the thwart,I panting and dripping in the bows. Yet for a touch of such sweetmadness now, when all young nature was strung to a delicious contest,and the blood spun through the veins full of life! Our boat laymotionless on the sea, and the setting sun caught the undergrowth ofred-brown hair that shot through Barbara's dark locks. My own state was,I must confess, less fair to look on.
I controlled my voice to a cold steadiness, as I wrung the water from myclothes.
"This is a mighty silly business, Mistress Barbara," said I.
I had angled for a new outburst of fury, my catch was not what I lookedfor. Her hands were stretched out towards me, and her face, pale andtearful, pleaded with me.
"Simon, Simon, you were drowning! Through my--my folly! Oh, will youever forgive me? If--if you had come to hurt, I wouldn't have lived."
"Yet you were running away from me."
"I didn't dream that you'd follow. Indeed I didn't think that you'd riskdeath." Then her eyes seemed to fall on my dripping clothes. In aninstant she snatched up the cloak that lay by her, and held it towardsme, crying "Wrap yourself in it."
"Nay, keep your cloak," said I, "I shall be warm enough with rowing. Ipray you, madame, tell me the meaning of this freak of yours."
"Nothing, nothing. I--Oh, forgive me, Simon. Ah, how I shuddered when Ilooked round on the water and couldn't see you! I vowed to God that ifyou were saved----." She stopped abruptly.
"My death would have been on your conscience?" I asked.
"Till my own death," she said.
"Then indeed," said I, "I'm very glad that I wasn't drowned."
"It's enough that you were in peril of it," she murmured woefully.
"I pray heaven," said I cheerfully, "that I may never be in greater.Come, Mistress Barbara, sport for sport, trick for trick, feint forfeint. I think your intention of leaving me was pretty much as real asthis peril of drowning from which I have escaped."
Her hands, which still implored me, fell to her side. An expression ofwonder spread over her face.
"In truth, I meant to leave you," she said.
"And why, madame?"
"Because I burdened you."
"But you had consented to accept my aid."
"While you seemed to give it willingly. But I had angered you in thematter of that----"
"Ay, of that guinea. Well, it was my last."
"Yes, of the guinea. Although I was foolish, yet I could not endureyour----" Again she hesitated.
"Pray let me hear?" said I.
"I would not stay where my company was suffered rather than prized,"said she.
"So you were for trying fortune alone?"
"Better that than with an unwilling defender," said she.
"Behold your injustice!" I cried. "For, rather than lose you, I havefaced all, even drowning!" And I laughed.
Her eyes were fixed on my face, but she did not speak. I believe shefeared to ask me the question that was in her dark eyes. But at last shemurmured:
"Why do you speak of tricks? Simon, why do you laugh?"
"Why, since by a trick you left me--indeed I cannot believe it was notrick."
"I swear it was no trick!"
"I warrant it was. And thus by a trick I have contrived to thwart it."
"By a trick?"
"Most assuredly. Am I a man to drown with half a mile's swimming insmooth water?" Again I laughed.
She leant forward and spoke in an agitated voice, yet imperiously.
"Tell me the truth. Were you indeed in danger and distress?"
"Not a whit," said I composedly. "But you wouldn't wait for me."
Slowly came her next question.
"It was a trick, then?"
"And crowned with great success," said I.
"All a trick?"
"Throughout," I answered.
Her face grew set and rigid, and, if it might be, yet paler than before.I waited for her to speak, but she said nothing. She drew away the cloakthat she had offered me, and, wrapping it about her shoulders, withdrewto the stern of the boat. I took her place, and laid hold of the oars.
"What's your pleasure now, madame?" I asked.
"What you will," she said briefly.
I looked at her; she met my gaze with a steady regard. I had expectedscorn, but found grief and hurt. Accused by the sight, I wrapped myselfin a cold flippancy.
"There is small choice," said I. "The beach is there, and that we havefound not pleasant. Calais is yonder, where certainly we must not go. ToDover then? Evening falls, and if we go gently it will be dark before wereach the town."
"Where you will. I care not," said Barbara, and she folded her cloak soabout her face that I could see little more of her than her eyes and herbrows. Here at length was my triumph, as sweet as such joys are; maliceis their fount and they smack of its bitterness. Had I followed myheart, I would have prayed her pardon. A sore spirit I had impelled her,my revenge lacked justice. Yet I would not abase myself, being now in myturn sore and therefore obstinate. With slow strokes I propelled theboat towards Dover town.
For half an hour I rowed; dusk fell, and I saw the lights of Dover. Agentler mood came on me. I rested an instant, and, leaning forward, saidto Barbara:
"Yet I must thank you. Had I been in peril, you would have saved me."
No answer came.
"I perceived that you were moved by my fancied danger," I persisted.
Then she spoke clearly, calmly, and coldly.
"I wouldn't have a dog drown under my eyes," said she. "The spectacle ispainful."
I performed such a bow as I could, sitting there, and took up my oarsagain. I had made my advance; if such were the welcome, no more shouldcome from me. I rowed slowly on, then lay on my oars awhile, waiting fordarkness to fall. The night came, misty again and chill. I grew cold asI waited (my clothes were but half-dry), and would gladly have thumpedmyself with my hands. But I should have seemed to ask pity of the statuethat sat there, enveloped in the cloak, with closed eyes and paleunmoved face. Suddenly she spoke.
"Are you cold, sir?"
"Cold? I am somewhat over-heated with rowing, madame," I answered. "But,I pray you, wrap your cloak closer round you."
"I am very well, I thank you, sir."
Yet cold I was, and bitterly. Moreover I was hungry and somewhat faint.Was Barbara hungry? I dared not ask her lest she should find a freshmockery in the question.
When I ventured to beach the boat a little way out of Dover, it wasquite dark, being hard on ten o'clock. I offered Barbara my hand toalight, but she passed it by unnoticed. Leaving the boat to its fate, wewalked towards the town.
"Where are you taking me?" asked Barbara.
"To the one person who can serve us," I answered. "Veil your face, andit would be well that we shouldn't speak loud."
"I have no desire to speak at all," said Barbara.
I would not tell her whither she went. Had we been friends, to bring herthere would have taxed my persuasion to the full; as our affairs stood,I knew she would lie the night in the street before she would go. But ifI got her to the house, I could keep her. But would she reach the house?She walked very wearily, faltering in her step and stumbling over everyloose stone. I put out my arm to save her once, but she drew away fromit, as though I had meant to strike her.
At last we came to the narrow alley; making a sign to Barbara, I turneddown it. The house was in front of me; all was quiet, we had escapeddetection. Why, who should seek for us? We were at Calais
with KingLouis, at Calais where we were to be married!
Looking at the house, I found the upper windows dark; there had been thequarters of Phineas Tate, and the King had found him others. But belowthere was a light.
"Will it please you to wait an instant, while I go forward and rouse myfriend? I shall see then whether all is safe."
"I will wait here," answered Barbara, and she leant against the wall ofthe alley which fronted the house. In much trepidation I went on andknocked with my knuckles on the door. There was no other course; yet Idid not know how either of them would take my action--the lady within orthe lady without, she whom I asked for succour or she in whose cause Isought it.
My entry was easy; a man-servant and a maid were just within, and thehouse seemed astir. My request for their mistress caused no surprise;the girl opened the door of the room. I knew the room and gave my name.A cry of pleasure greeted it, and a moment later Nell herself stoodbefore me.
"From the Castle or Calais, from Deal or the devil?" she cried. In truthshe had a knack of telling you all she knew in a sentence.
"Why, from half-way between Deal and the devil," said I. "For I haveleft Monmouth on one side and M. de Perrencourt on the other, and amcome safe through."
"A witty Simon! But why in Dover again?"
"For want of a friend, mistress. Am I come to one?"
"With all my heart, Simon. What would you?"
"Means to go to London."
"Now Heaven is kind! I go there myself in a few hours. You stare. Intruth, it's worth a stare. But the King commands. How did you get rid ofLouis?"
I told her briefly. She seemed barely to listen, but looked at me withevident curiosity, and, I think, with some pleasure.
"A brave thing!" she cried. "Come, I'll carry you to London. Nobodyshall touch you while you're hid under the hem of my petticoat. It willbe like old times, Simon."
"I have no money," said I.
"But I have plenty. For the less the King comes, the more he sends. He'sa gentleman in his apologies." Her sigh breathed more contentment thanrepining.
"So you'll take me with you?"
"To the world's end, Simon, and if you don't ask that, at least toLondon."
"But I'm not alone," said I.
She looked at me for an instant. Then she began to laugh.
"Whom have you with you?" she asked.
"The lady," said I.
She laughed still, but it seemed to me not very heartily.
"I'm glad," she said, "that one man in England thinks me a goodChristian. By heaven, you do, Simon, or you'd never ask me to aid yourlove."
"There's no love in the matter," I cried. "We're at daggers drawn."
"Then certainly there's love in it," said Mistress Nell, nodding herpretty head in a mighty sagacious manner. "Does she know to whom you'vebrought her?"
"Not yet," I answered with a somewhat uneasy smile.
"How will she take it?"
"She has no other help," said I.
"Oh, Simon, what a smooth tongue is yours!" She paused, seeming, to fallinto a reverie. Then she looked at me wickedly.
"You and your lady are ready to face the perils of the road?"
"Her peril is greater here, and mine as great."
"The King's pursuit, Monmouth's rage, soldiers, officers, footpads?"
"A fig for them all!"
"Another peril?"
"For her or for me?"
"Why, for both, good Simon. Don't you understand! See then!" She camenear to me, smiling most saucily, and pursing her lips together asthough she meant to kiss me.
"If I were vowed to the lady, I should fear the test," said I, "but I amfree."
"Where is she?" asked Nell, letting my answer pass with a pout.
"By your very door."
"Let's have her in," cried Nell, and straightway she ran into the alley.
I followed, and came up with her just as she reached Barbara. Barbaraleant no more against the wall, but lay huddled at the foot of it.Weariness and hunger had overcome her; she was in a faint, her lipscolourless and her eyes closed. Nell dropped beside her, murmuring low,soft consolations. I stood by in awkward helplessness. These matterswere beyond my learning.
"Lift her and carry her in," Nell commanded, and, stooping, I lifted herin my arms. The maid and the man stared. Nell shut the door sharply onthem.
"What have you done to her?" she cried to me in angry accusation."You've let her go without food."
"We had none. She flung my last money into the sea," I pleaded.
"And why? Oh, hold your peace and let us be!"
To question and refuse an answer is woman's way; should it be forbiddento Nell, who was woman from crown to sole? I shrugged my shoulders anddrew off to the far end of the room. For some moments I heard nothingand remained very uneasy, not knowing whether it were allowed me to lookor not, nor what passed. Then I heard Barbara's voice.
"I thank you, I thank you much. But where am I, and who are you? Forgiveme, but who are you?"
"You're in Dover, and safe enough, madame," answered Nell. "What does itmatter who I am? Will you drink a little of this to please me?"
"No, but who are you? I seem to know your face."
"Like enough. Many have seen it."
"But tell me who you are."
"Since you will know, Simon Dale must stand sponsor for me. Here,Simon!"
I rose in obedience to the summons. A thing that a man does not feel ofhis own accord, a girl's eyes will often make him feel. I took my standby Nell boldly enough; but Barbara's eyes were on mine, and I was fullof fear.
"Tell her who I am, Simon," said Nell.
I looked at Nell. As I live, the fear that was in my heart was in hereyes. Yet she had faced the world and laughed to scorn all England'sfrowns. She understood my thought, and coloured red. Since when hadCydaria learnt to blush? Even at Hatchstead my blush had been the targetfor her mockery. "Tell her," she repeated angrily.
But Barbara knew. Turning to her, I had seen the knowledge take shape inher eyes and grow to revulsion and dismay. I could not tell what shewould say; but now my fear was in no way for myself. She seemed to watchNell for awhile in a strange mingling of horror and attraction. Then sherose, and, still without a word, took her way on trembling feet towardsthe door. To me she gave no glance and seemed to pay no heed. We twolooked for an instant, then Nell darted forward.
"You mustn't go," she cried. "Where would you go? You've no otherfriend."
Barbara paused, took one step more, paused again.
"I shan't harm you," said Nell. Then she laughed. "You needn't touch me,if you will have it so. But I can help you. And I can help Simon; he'snot safe in Dover." She had grown grave, but she ended with anotherlaugh, "You needn't touch me. My maid is a good girl--yes, it'strue--and she shall tend you."
"For pity's sake, Mistress Barbara----" I began.
"Hush," said Nell, waving me back with a motion of her hand. Barbara nowstood still in the middle of the room. She turned her eyes on me, andher whisper sounded clear through all the room.
"Is it----?" she asked.
"It is Mistress Eleanor Gwyn," said I, bowing my head.
Nell laughed a short strange laugh; I saw her breast rise and fall, anda bright red patch marked either cheek.
"Yes, I'm Nelly," said she, and laughed again.
Barbara's eyes met hers.
"You were at Hatchstead?"
"Yes," said Nell, and now she smiled defiantly; but in a moment shesprang forward, for Barbara had reeled, and seemed like to faint againand fall. A proud motion of the hand forbade Nell's approach, butweakness baffled pride, and now perforce Barbara caught at her hand.
"I--I can go in a moment," stammered Barbara. "But----."
Nell held one hand. Very slowly, very timidly, with fear and shame plainon her face, she drew nearer, and put out her other hand to Barbara.Barbara did not resist her, but let her come nearer; Nell's glancewarned me not to move, and I stood where I was, watching them. Now
theclasp of the hand was changed for a touch on the shoulder, now thecomforting arm sank to the waist and stole round it, full as timidly asever gallant's round a denying mistress; still I watched, and I metNell's bright eyes, which looked across at me wet and sparkling. Thedark hair almost mingled with the ruddy brown as Barbara's head fell onNell's shoulder. I heard a little sob, and Barbara moaned:
"Oh, I'm tired, and very hungry."
"Rest here, and you shall have food, my pretty," said Nell Gwyn. "Simon,go and bid them give you some."
I went, glad to go. And as I went I heard, "There, pretty, don't cry."
Well, women love to weep. A plague on them, though, they need not makeus also fools.
