The Weird Sisters: A Romance. Volume 2 of 3. Dowling Richard

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      "Do you know – " His tongue was dry again, and he dipped his hand into the brackish water and drank out of his palm.

      The fisherman shuddered at this. "It's brackish at best," thought the man; "but after what has happened – ugh! He must be drunk or queer in his head."

      Grey drew in both oars before completing the question, "Do you know – Mrs. Grey – my wife?"

      "Yes, sir, I know her well. I often sold her salmon, and saw her with you on the Rodwell. I humbly hope, sir, she wasn't aboard this evening?"

      "You did not see her among the saved?"

      "Mr. Grey, I may be mistaken – "

      "Answer me, man, or – " He suddenly sprang up in the boat, and, whirling an oar in his hands, threatened the fisherman in the other boat. "Answer, man, or I'll brain you, d'ye hear? And if you tell me a lie I'll come back and brain you when I find it out. Is my wife saved?"

      "I did not see her," answered the man, shoving off the wherry.

      But Grey hooked the fishing-boat to the wherry with his foot, and, brandishing the oar aloft, whirled it over the head of the cowering man, and shouted out in a voice that crossed the waters and crept up the hushed shores: "Damn you, man, don't you see I mean to brain you if you won't speak?"

      "She was not saved. No one on the after-deck or in the saloon was saved. It was the boilers blew up, and all aft were killed or drowned."

      Grey unhooked his foot from the fishing-boat, and with his foot pushed off from her. Then throwing down the oar in the boat, he folded his arms tightly across his chest, and, still standing, drifted down the river, his large figure standing out in black against the fading purple of the west, his face turned towards the blackening east.

      "Only that he lost his reason with his wife," said the fisherman, "I'd take the law of him."

      "Ay," answered another man in the boat, "it's an excuse for a man to do any wild thing to lose his wife like this."

      They had drifted a bit, and were now pulling back towards the spot where they had first hailed Grey.

      "He's standing up still in that wherry. With a big man like him standing up in a cockleshell of a craft like that, the swell of a steamboat wouldn't think much of twisting her from under his feet," said the first speaker.

      "And maybe he wouldn't much mind if it did, poor gentleman," in kindly tone, said the man whom Grey had threatened.

      The wherry drifted on, but for a time Grey never altered his position. He was without his coat, without his hat; his white sleeves were rolled up above the elbows, and his powerful arms tightened across his wide chest. Gradually the boat, as it drifted, swung round, and brought his face to the fading east.

      There was not a ripple on the river, not a murmur in the trees; a faint thin rustle of the water where it touched the shore was the only sound. Night was coming, with its healing dew and spacious silence for universal sleep.

      Upright he stood still. The boat began to swing round once more. He did not move. Again his face was towards the darkening east.

      At length the wherry gave a sudden lurch; it had encountered something, and had almost capsized.

      He instinctively brought the boat on an even keel by throwing the weight of his whole body on the rising side. In a few moments the boat was still as of old. With a sudden shake and shudder he came back to a consciousness of where he was.

      "That is the red No. 4 Buoy I ran foul of; it nearly capsized me," he thought.

      Then shading his eyes with his open right hand, he stared back into the eastern gloom long and fixedly.

      "My wife and the Rodwell are both gone," he whispered. "Bee and my five thousand. My wife and my five thousand pounds are gone. She brought me about five thousand when she came to me, long ago. It was to have gone to her children, if she had any, and away from me if she had none. Now she is gone, and that five thousand and another five: and I am saved! Saved!

      "Saved!"

      He sat down in the boat, and, keeping his legs wide apart, rested his elbows on his knees and his head on his hands. His shirt-collar was open, and yet he felt his throat tighten, and put his hand to it. When he found it free he muttered:

      "It is only the hangman untying the knot; for in spirit I was a murderer. And yet I remember the day I saw her first. I can tell you all about the day I told her I loved her. I could show you the way she looked; pretty, and with her head this way. Then I knew she was mine. She was small, Bee was small; and I lifted her up and kissed her – not often, but once; once, and I felt weak for joy at that kiss; and something happened in my head or heart, and I saw all my life before me, and felt her always on my arm. And after that I was calm. It seemed we had known one another always, and had been married years.

      "And I remember the first thing I said after that was not anything wild or romantic; it was:

      "'In the back of the Bank-house there is a bay-window like this, but there are creepers on it.' And she asked me what kind the creepers were; and I laughed and said I did not know. 'But,' I said, a kind of foolish pun, 'my Bee shall come and tell me, won't she?' And Bee said, 'Maybe so.'

      "And I remember when I bought the engaged ring, and how she kissed me then the first time of her own accord.

      "And I remember how when we were married first she clung to me, and seemed to grudge her eyes for anything but me. And I remember how I used to walk around her and about her through the streets, if anything seemed to threaten her with disturbance – a dog, or a draught, or a cab, or a – "

      "He suddenly threw up his face to the deep purple sky, and cried out, in a hoarse whisper:

      "And to-night, by God, I am not man enough to weep that she is dead! I am not man enough to wish her back again!"

      He looked around the water, as though he expected to see some form of temporal or eternal vengeance approaching him.

      As his eyes fell upon the water, something came very slowly floating towards him. Something which was almost wholly submerged, and, owing to that fact, drifted more quickly than the boat. As the thing drew nearer it gradually settled down in the water, and, before he could touch it, sank.

      "It looked like a cloak," he whispered. "What have I been doing here? I must get ashore, and see if the – " He could not bring himself to say "body," and without thought sat down, and began rowing rapidly towards Asherton's Quay.

      CHAPTER XV

      THE FUTURE AS IT SEEMED

      When Grey's boat came alongside the little quay he jumped out, and went hastily to a crowd of people assembled round the bodies and wreckage landed already.

      His manner was highly excited, and the questions put by him came in such an incoherent torrent the people did not know where to begin the answers.

      Some of the survivors, some of those who had been on the fore-deck, stood near: these he asked if they knew Mrs. Grey.

      Yes, some of them knew Mrs. Grey.

      Had they seen her either before or after the boat went down? Did they see her go aboard? She was to have been on board, СКАЧАТЬ