CHAPTER LIX.

IN A ROCKY BOWER.

I never hear of a man's impatience without sagely reflecting upon the

rapid flight of time, when age draws on, and business thickens, and all

the glory of this world must soon be left behind us. From the date of my

great catch of fish and landing of Bardie at Pool Tavan, to the day of

my guiding the British fleet betwixt the shoals of Syracuse, more than

sixteen years had passed, and scarce left time to count them.

Therefore it was but a natural thing that the two little maidens with

whom I began should now be grown up, and creating a stir in the minds of

young men of the neighbourhood. Early in this present month of July,

that north-west breeze, which was baffling our fleet off the coast of

Anatolia, was playing among the rocks of Sker with the curls and skirts

and ribbons of these two fair young damsels.

Or rather with the ribbons of one, for Bunny alone wore streamers,

wherein her heart delighted; while the maid of Sker was dressed as

plainly as if she had been her servant. Not that her inborn love of

brightness ever had abandoned her, but that her vanities were put down

quite arrogantly by Master Berkrolles whenever she came back from

Candleston; and but for her lessons in music there--which were beyond

Roger's compass--he would have raised his voice against her visits to

the good Colonel.

For the old man's heart was entirely fixed upon the graceful maiden, and

his chief anxiety was to keep her out of the way of harm. He knew that

the Colonel loved nothing better (as behoved his lineage) than true and

free hospitality; and he feared that the simple and nameless girl might

set her affections on some grand guest, who would scorn her derelict

origin.

Now she led Bunny into a cave, or rather a snug little cove of rock,

which she always called her cradle, and where she had spent many lonely

hours, in singing pure Welsh melodies of the sweetest sadness, feeling a

love of the desert places from her own desertion. Then down she sate in

her chair of stone, with limpets and barnacles studding it; while Bunny

in the established manner bounced down on a pebble and gazed at her.

My son's daughter was a solid girl, very well built as our family is,

and raking most handsomely fore and aft. Her fine black eyes, and

abiding colour, and the modesty inherited from her grandfather, and some

reflection perhaps of his fame, made her a favourite everywhere. And any

grandfather might well have been proud to see how she carried her dress

off.

The younger maid sate right above her, quite as if Nature had ordered it

so; and drew her skirt of home-spun camlet over her dainty feet, because

the place was wet and chilly. And anybody looking must have said that

she was born to grace. The clear outlines of oval face and delicate

strength of forehead were moulded as by Nature only can such dainty work

be done. Gentle pride and quiet moods of lonely meditation had deepened

and subdued the radiance of the large grey eyes, and changed the dancing

mirth of childhood into soft intelligence. And it must have been a fine

affair, with the sunshine glancing on the breezy sea, to take a look at

the lights and shadows of so clear a countenance.

Bunny, like a frigate riding, doused her head and all her outworks

forward of the bends; and then hung fluttering and doubtful, just as if

she had missed stays.

"It is not your engagement, my dear Bunny," began Delushy, as if she

were ten years the senior officer; "you must not suppose for a moment

that I object to your engagement. It is time, of course, for you to

think, among so many suitors, of some one to put up with, especially

after what you told me about having toothache. And Watkin is thoroughly

good and kind, and able to read quite respectably. But what I blame you

for is this, that you have not been straightforward, Bunny. Why have you

kept me in the dark about this one of your many 'sweetheartings,' as you

always call them?"

"And for sure, miss, then I never did no such thing; unless it was that

I thought you was wanting him."

"I! You surely cannot have thought it! I want Watkin Thomas!"

"Well, miss, you need not fly out like that. All the girls in Newton was

after him. And if it wasn't you as wanted him, it might be him as wanted

you, which comes to the same thing always."

"I don't quite think that it does, dear Bunny, though you may have made

it do so. Now look up and kiss me, dear: you know that I love you very

much, though I have a way of saying things. And then I am longing to beg

pardon when I have vexed any one. It comes of my 'noble birth,' I

suppose, which the girls of Newton laugh about. How I wish that I were

but the child of the poorest good man in the parish! But now I am tired

of thinking of it. What good ever comes of it? And what can one poor

atom matter?"

"You are not a poor atom; you are the best, and the cleverest, and most

learnedest, and most beautifullest lady as ever was seen in the whole of

the land."

After or rather in the middle of which words, our Bunny, with her usual

vigour and true national ardour, leaped into the arms of Delushy, so

that they had a good cry together. "You will wait, of course, for your

Granny to come, before you settle anything."

"Will I, indeed?" cried that wicked Bunny, and lucky for her that I was

not there: "I shall do nothing of the sort. If he chooses to be always

away at sea, conquering the French for ever, and never coming home when

he can help it, he must make up his mind to be surprised when he happens

to come home again. For sure then, that is right enough."

"Well, it does seem almost reasonable," answered the young lady: "and I

think sometimes that we have no right to expect so much as that of

things. It is not what they often do; and so they lose the habit of it."

"I do not quite understand," said Bunny.

"And I don't half understand," said Bardie:--"but--oh my dear, what

shall I do? He is coming this way, I am sure. And I would not have you

know anything of it--and of course you must feel that it is all

nonsense. And I did not mean any harm about 'courting;' only you ought

to be out of the way, and yet at the same time in it."

Our Bunny was such a slow-witted girl, and at the same time so

particular (inheriting slowness from her good mother, and conscience

from third generation), that really she could make no hand at meeting

such a crisis. For now she began to perceive gold-lace, which alone

discomfits the woman-race, and sets their minds going upon what they

love. And so she did very little else but stare.

"I did think you would have helped me, Bunny," Delushy cried, with

aggrievement. "I wanted to hear your own affairs, of course; but I would

not have brought you here----"

"Young ladies, well met!" cried as solid a voice as the chops of the

Channel had ever tautened: "I knew that you were here, and so I came

down to look after you."

"Sure then, sir, and I do think that it is very kind of you. We was just

awanting looking after. Oh what a fish I do see in that pool! Please

only you now both to keep back. I shall be back again, now just, sir."

With these words away flew Bunny, as if her life were set on it.

"What a fine creature, to be sure!" said Commander Bluett, thoughtfully;

"she reminds me so much of her grandfather. There is something so

strongly alike between them, in their reckless outspoken honour, as well

as in the turn of the nose they have."

"Let us follow, and admire her a little more," cried Delushy: "she

deserves it, as you say; and perhaps--well perhaps she likes it."

Young Rodney looked at her a little while, and then at the ground a

little while; because he was a stupid fellow as concerns young women. He

thought this one such a perfect wonder, as may well be said of all of

them. Then those two fenced about a little, out of shot of each other's

eyes.

There was no doubt between them as to the meaning of each other. But

they both seemed to think it wise to have a little bit of vexing before

doing any more. And thus they looked at one another as if there was

nothing between them. And all the time, how they were longing!

"I must have yes or no:" for Rodney could not outlast the young lady:

"yes or no; you know what I mean. I am almost always at sea; and

to-morrow I start to join Nelson. With him there is no play-work. I hope

to satisfy him, though I know what he is to satisfy. But I hope to do

it."

"Of course you will," Delushy answered. "You seem to give great

satisfaction; almost everywhere, I am sure."

"Do I give it, you proud creature, where I long to give it most?"

"How can I pretend to say, without being told in what latitude even--as

I think your expression is--this amiable desire lies?"

"As if you did not know, Delushy!"

"As if I did know, Captain Bluett! And another thing--I am not to be

called 'Delushy,' much, in that way."

"Very well, then; much in another way. Delushy, Delushy, delicious

Delushy, what makes you so unkind to me? To-morrow I go away, and

perhaps we shall never meet again, Delushy: and then how you would

reproach yourself. Don't you think you would now?"

"When never and then come together--yes. I suppose all sailors talk so."

"If I cannot even talk to please you, there is nothing more to say. I

think that the bards have turned your head with their harpings, and

their fiddle-strings, and ballads (in very bad Welsh, no doubt) about

'the charming maid of Sker;' and so on. When you are old enough to know

better, and the young conceit wears out of you, you may be sorry, Miss

Andalusia, for your wonderful cleverness."

He made her a bow with his handsome hat, and her warm young heart was

chilled by it. Surely he ought to have shaken hands. She tried to keep

her own meaning at home, and bid him farewell with a curtsy, while he

tried not to look back again; but fortune or nature was too much for

them, and their eyes met wistfully.

These things are out of my line so much, that I cannot pretend to say

now for a moment what these very young people did; and everybody else

having done the same, with more or less unwisdom, according to

constitution, may admire the power of charity which restrains me from

describing them. My favourite writer of Scripture is St Paul, who was

afraid of nobody, and who spent his time in making sails when the thorn

in the flesh permitted him. And this great writer describes the quick

manners of maidens far better than I can. Wherefore I keep myself up

aloft until they have had a good spell of it.

"I have no opinion, now. What can you expect of me? Rodney, I must stop

and think for nearly a quarter of a century before I have an opinion."

"Then stay, just so; and let me admire you, till I have to swim with

you."

"Rodney, you are reckless. Here comes the tide; and you know I have got

my very best Candleston side-lace boots on!"

"Then come out of this rocky bower, which suits your fate so, darling;

and let us talk most sensibly."

"By all means; if you think we can. There, you need not touch me,

Rodney;--I can get out very well indeed. I know these rocks better than

you do perhaps. Now sit on this rock where old David first hooked me, as

I have heard that old chatterbox tell fifty times, as if he had done

some great great thing."

"He did indeed a grand grand thing. No wonder that he is proud of it.

And he has so much to be proud of that you may take it for your highest

compliment. Perhaps there is no other man in the service--or I might say

in all the civilised world----" But it hurts me to tell what this

excellent officer said or even thought of me. He was such a first-rate

judge by this time that I must leave his opinion blank.

Over the sea they began to look, in a discontented quietude; as the

manner of young mortals is before they begin to know better, and with

great ideas moving them. Bunny, with the very kindest discretion, had

run away entirely, and might now be seen at the far end of the sands,

and springing up the rocks, on her way to Newton. So those two sate side

by side, with their hearts full of one another, and their minds made up

to face the world together, whatever might come of it. For as yet they

could see nothing clearly through the warm haze of loving, being wrapped

up in an atmosphere which generally leads to a hurricane. But to them,

for a few short minutes, earth and sea and sky were all one universal

heaven.

"It will not do," cried the maid of Sker, suddenly awaking with a short

deep sigh, and drawing back her delicate hand from the broad palm of

young Rodney: "it will never, never do. We must both be mad to think of

it."

"Who could fail to be mad," he answered, "if you set the example?"

"Now, don't be so dreadfully stupid, Rodney. What I say is most serious.

Of course you know the world better than I do, as you told me yesterday,

after sailing a dozen times round it. But I am thinking of other things.

Not of what the world will say, but of what I myself must feel. And the

first of these things is that I cannot be cruelly ungrateful. It would

be the deepest ingratitude to the Colonel if I went on with it."

"Went on with it! What a way to speak! As if you could be off with it

when you pleased! And my good uncle loves you like his own daughter; and

so does my mother. Now what can you mean?"

"As if you did not know indeed! Now, Rodney, do talk sensibly. I ought

to know, if any one does, what your uncle and your mother are. And I

know that they would rather see your death in the Gazette than your

marriage with an unknown, nameless nobody like me, sir."

"Well, of course, we must take the chance of that," said Captain Bluett,

carelessly. "The Colonel is the best soul in the world, and my dear

mother a most excellent creature, whenever she listens to reason. But as

to my asking their permission--it is the last thing I should dream of. I

am old enough to know my own mind, and to get my own living, I should

hope, as well as that of my family. And if I am only in time with

Nelson, of course we shall do wonders."

For a minute or two the poor young maid had not a word to say to him.

She longed to throw her arms around him, when he spoke so proudly, and

to indulge her own pride in him, as against all the world beside. But

having been brought up in so much trouble, she had learned to check

herself. So that she did nothing more than wait for him to go on again.

And this he did with sparkling eyes and the confidence of a young

British tar.

"There is another thing, my beauty, which they are bound to consider, as

well as all the prize-money I shall earn. And that is, that they have

nobody except themselves to thank for it. They must have known what was

sure to happen, if they chose to have you there whenever I was home from

sea. And my mother is so clever too--to my mind it is plain enough that

they meant me to do what I have done."

"And pray what is that?"

"As if you did not know! Come now, you must pay the penalty of asking

for a compliment. Talk about breeding and good birth, and that stuff!

Why, look at your hands and then look at mine. Put your fingers between

mine--both hands, both hands--that's the way. Now just feel my great

clumsy things, and then see how lovely yours are--as clear as

wax-tapers, and just touched with rose, and every nail with a fairy

gift, and pointed like an almond. A 'nameless nobody' indeed! What

nameless nobody ever had such nails? By way of contrast examine mine."

"Oh but you bite yours shockingly, Rodney. I am sure that you do, though

I never saw you. You must be cured of that dreadful trick."

"That shall be your first job, Delushy, when you are Mrs Rodney. Now for

another great sign of birth. Do you see any peak to my upper lip?"

"No, I can't say I do. But how foolish you are! I ought to be crying,

and you make me laugh."

"Then just let me show you the peak to yours. Honour bright--and no mean

advantages--that is to say if I can help it. Oh, here's that blessed

Moxy coming! May the Frenchmen rob her hen-roost! Now just one promise,

darling, darling; just one little promise. To-morrow I go to most

desperate battles, and lucky to come home with one arm and one leg.

Therefore, promise a solemn promise to have no one in the world but me."

"I think," said the maid, with her lips to his ear, in the true old

coaxing fashion, "that I may very well promise that. But I will promise

another thing too. And that is, not to have even you, until your dear

mother and good uncle come to me and ask me. And that can never never

be."

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