Knight appeared with the rug,and they sat down behind a weather-cloth on the windward side,just as the two red eyes of the Needles glared upon them from the gloom,their pointed summits rising like shadowy phantom figures against the sky.It became necessary to go below to an eight-oclock meal of nonde kind,and Elfride was immensely relieved at finding no sign of Mrs.Jethway there.They again ascended,and remained above till Mrs.Snewson staggered up to them with the message that Mrs.
Swancourt thought it was time for Elfride to come below.Knight accompanied her down,and returned again to pass a little more time on deck.
Elfride partly undressed herself and lay down,and soon became unconscious,though her sleep was light How long she had lain,she knew not,when by slow degrees she became cognizant of a whispering in her ear.
You are well on with him,I can see.Well,provoke me now,but my day will come,you will find.That seemed to be the utterance,or words to that effect.
Elfride became broad awake and terrified.She knew the words,if real,could be only those of one person,and that person the widow Jethway.
The lamp had gone out and the place was in darkness.In the next berth she could hear her stepmother breathing heavily,further on Snewson breathing more heavily still.These were the only other legitimate occupants of the cabin,and Mrs.Jethway must have stealthily come in by some means and retreated again,or else she had entered an empty berth next Snewsons.The fear that this was the case increased Elfrides perturbation,till it assumed the dimensions of a certainty,for how could a stranger from the other end of the ship possibly contrive to get in?Could it have been a dream?
Elfride raised herself higher and looked out of the window.There was the sea,floundering and rushing against the ships side just by her head,and thence stretching away,dim and moaning,into an expanse of indistinctness;and far beyond all this two placid lights like rayless stars.Now almost fearing to turn her face inwards again,lest Mrs.Jethway should appear at her elbow,Elfride meditated upon whether to call Snewson to keep her company.Four bells sounded,and she heard voices,which gave her a little courage.It was not worth while to call Snewson.
At any rate Elfride could not stay there panting longer,at the risk of being again disturbed by that dreadful whispering.So wrapping herself up hurriedly she emerged into the passage,and by the aid of a faint light burning at the entrance to the saloon found the foot of the stairs,and ascended to the deck.Dreary the place was in the extreme.It seemed a new spot altogether in contrast with its daytime self.She could see the glowworm light from the binnacle,and the dim outline of the man at the wheel;also a form at the bows.Not another soul was apparent from stem to stern.
Yes,there were two more--by the bulwarks.One proved to be her Harry,the other the mate.She was glad indeed,and on drawing closer found they were holding a low slow chat about nautical affairs.She ran up and slipped her hand through Knights arm,partly for love,partly for stability.
Elfie!not asleep?said Knight,after moving a few steps aside with her.
No:I cannot sleep.May I stay here?It is so dismal down there,and--and I was afraid.Where are we now?
Due south of Portland Bill.Those are the lights abeam of us:
look.A terrible spot,that,on a stormy night.And do you see a very small light that dips and rises to the right?Thats a light-ship on the dangerous shoal called the Shambles,where many a good vessel has gone to pieces.Between it and ourselves is the Race--
a place where antagonistic currents meet and form whirlpools--a spot which is rough in the smoothest weather,and terrific in a wind.That dark,dreary horizon we just discern to the left is the West Bay,terminated landwards by the Chesil Beach.
What time is it,Harry?
Just past two.
Are you going below?
Oh no;not to-night.I prefer pure air.
She fancied he might be displeased with her for coming to him at this unearthly hour.I should like to stay here too,if you will allow me,she said timidly.
I want to ask you things.
Allow you,Elfie!said Knight,putting his arm round her and drawing her closer.I am twice as happy with you by my side.
Yes:we will stay,and watch the approach of day.
So they again sought out the sheltered nook,and sitting down wrapped themselves in the rug as before.
What were you going to ask me?he inquired,as they undulated up and down.
Oh,it was not much--perhaps a thing I ought not to ask,she said hesitatingly.Her sudden wish had really been to discover at once whether he had ever before been engaged to be married.If he had,she would make that a ground for telling him a little of her conduct with Stephen.Mrs.Jethways seeming words had so depressed the girl that she herself now painted her flight in the darkest colours,and longed to ease her burdened mind by an instant confession.If Knight had ever been imprudent himself,he might,she hoped,forgive all.
I wanted to ask you,she went on,if--you had ever been engaged before.She added tremulously,I hope you have--I mean,I dont mind at all if you have.
No,I never was,Knight instantly and heartily replied.
Elfride--and there was a certain happy pride in his tone--I am twelve years older than you,and I have been about the world,and,in a way,into society,and you have not.And yet I am not so unfit for you as strict-thinking people might imagine,who would assume the difference in age to signify most surely an equal addition to my practice in love-******.
Elfride shivered.
You are cold--is the wind too much for you?
No,she said gloomily.The belief which had been her sheet-anchor in hoping for forgiveness had proved false.This account of the exceptional nature of his experience,a matter which would have set her rejoicing two years ago,chilled her now like a frost.
You dont mind my asking you?she continued.
Oh no--not at all.
