THE WRECK AND THE LIFE-BOAT IN A FOG.
The next day, a little after noon, Jasper Losely, coming back from
Alhambra Villa--furious, desperate, knowing not where to turn for bread,
or on whom to pour his rage--beheld suddenly, in a quiet, half-built
street, which led from the suburb to the New Road, Arabella Crane
standing right in his path. She had emerged from one of the many
straight intersecting roads which characterise that crude nebula of a
future city; and the woman and the man met thus face to face; not another
passer-by visible in the thoroughfare;--at a distance the dozing hack
cab-stand; round and about them carcases of brick and mortar--some with
gaunt scaffolding fixed into their ribs, and all looking yet more weird
in their raw struggle into shape through the living haze of a yellow fog.
Losely, seeing Arabella thus planted in his way, recoiled; and the
superstition in which he had long associated her image with baffled
schemes and perilous hours sent the wrathful blood back through his veins
so quickly that be heard his heart beat!
MRS. CRANE.--"SO! You see we cannot help meeting, Jasper dear, do what
you will to shun me."
LOSELY." I--I--you always startle me so!--you are in town, then?--to
stay?--your old quarters?"
MRS. CRANE.--"Why ask? You cannot wish to know where I am--you would not
call. But how fares it?--what do you do?--how do you live? You look
ill--Poor Jasper."
LOSELY (fiercely).--"Hang your pity, and give me some money."
MRS. CRANE (calmly laying her lean hand on the arm which was darted
forward more in menace than entreaty, and actually terrifying the
Gladiator as she linked that deadly arm into her own).--"I said you would
always find me when at the worst of your troubles. And so, Jasper, it
shall be till this right hand of yours is powerless as the clay at our
feet. Walk--walk; you are not afraid of me?--walk on, tell me all.
Where have you just been?"
Jasper, therewith reminded of his wrongs, poured out a volley of abuse on
Poole, communicating to Mrs. Crane the whole story of his claims on that
gentleman--the loss of the pocket-book filched from him, and Poole's
knowledge that he was thus disarmed.
"And the coward," said he, grinding his teeth, "got out of his window
--and three policemen in his garden. He must have bribed a pickpocket--
low knave that he is. But I shall find out--and then--"
"And then, Jasper, how will you be better off?--the letters are gone; and
Poole has you in his power if you threaten him again. Now, hark you; you
did not murder the Italian who was found stabbed in the fields yonder a
week ago; L100 reward for the murderer?"
"I--no. How coldly you ask! I have hit hard in fair fight; murdered--
never. If ever I take to that, I shall begin with Poole."
"But I tell you, Jasper, that you are suspected of that murder; that you
will be accused of that murder; and if I had not thus fortunately met
you, for that murder you would be tried and hanged."
"Are you serious? Who could accuse me?"
"Those who know that you are not guilty--those who could make you appear
so--the villains with whom you horde, and drink and brawl! Have I ever
been wrong in my warnings yet?"
"This is too horrible," faltered Losely, thinking not of the conspiracy
against his life, but of her prescience in detecting it. "It must be
witchcraft, and nothing else. How could you learn what you tell me?"
"That is my affair; enough for you that I am right. Go no more to those
black haunts; they are even now full of snares and pitfalls for you.
Leave London, and you are safe. Trust to me."
"And where shall I go?"
"Look you, Jasper; you have worn out this old world no refuge for you but
the new. Whither went your father, thither go you. Consent, and you
shall not want. You cannot discover Sophy. You have failed in all
attempts on Darrell's purse. But agree to sail to Australasia, and I
will engage to you an income larger than you say you extorted from Poole,
to be spent in those safer shores."
"And you will go with me, I suppose," said Losely, with ungracious
sullenness.
"Go with you, as you please. Be where you are--yes." The ruffian
bounded with rage and loathing.
"Woman, cross me no more, or I shall be goaded into--"
"Into killing me--you dare not! Meet my eye if you can--you dare not!
Harm me, yea a hair of my head, and your moments are numbered!--your doom
sealed. Be we two together in a desert--not a human eye to see the deed
--not a human ear to receive my groan, and still I should stand by your
side unharmed. I, who have returned the wrongs received from you, by
vigilant, untiring benefits--I, who have saved you from so many enemies,
and so many dangers--I, who, now when all the rest of earth shun you--
when all other resource fails-I, who now say to you, 'Share my income,
but be honest!' I receive injury from that hand. No; the guilt would be
too unnatural--Heaven would not permit it. Try, and your arm will fall
palsied by your side!"
Jasper's bloodshot eyes dropped beneath the woman's fixed and scorching
gaze, and his lips, white and tremulous, refused to breathe the fierce
curse into which his brutal nature concentrated its fears and its hate.
He walked on in gloomy silence; but some words she had let fall suggested
a last resort to his own daring.
She had urged him to quit the old world for the new, but that had been
the very proposition conveyed to him from Darrell. If that proposition,
so repugnant to the indolence that had grown over him, must be embraced,
better at least sail forth alone, his own master, than be the dependent
slave of this abhorred and persecuting benefactress. His despair gave
him the determination he had hitherto lacked. He would seek Darrell
himself, and make the best compromise he could. This resolve passed into
his mind as he stalked on through the yellow fog, and his nerves
recovered from their irritation, and his thoughts regained something of
their ancient craft as the idea of escaping from Mrs. Crane's vigilance
and charity assumed a definite shape.
"Well," said he at length, dissimulating his repugnance, and with an
effort at his old half-coaxing, half-rollicking tones, "you certainly are
the best of creatures; and, as you say,
'Had I a heart for falsehood framed, I ne'er could injure you,'
ungrateful dog though I may seem, and very likely am. I own I have a
horror of Australasia--such a long sea-voyage! New scenes no longer
attract me; I am no longer young, though I ought to be; but if you insist
on it, and will really condescend to accompany me in spite of all my sins
to you, why, I can make up my mind. And as to honesty, ask those
infernal rascals, who, you say, would swear away my life, and they will
tell you that I have been as innocent as a lamb since my return to
England; and that is my guilt in their villanous eyes. As long as that
infamous Poole gave me enough for my humble wants, I was a reformed man.
I wish to keep reformed. Very little suffices for me now. As you say,
Australasia may be the best place for me. When shall we go?"
"Are you serious?"
"To be sure."
"Then I will inquire the days on which the vessels sail. You can call on
me at my own old home, and all shall be arranged. Oh, Jasper Losely, do
not avoid this last chance of escape from the perils that gather round
you."
"No; I am sick of life--of all things except repose. Arabella, I suffer
horrible pain."
He groaned, for he spoke truly. At that moment the gnaw of the monster
anguish, which fastens on the nerves like a wolf's tooth, was so keen
that he longed to swell his groan into a roar. The old fable of Hercules
in the poisoned tunic was surely invented by some skilled physiologist,
to denote the truth that it is only in the strongest frames that pain can
be pushed into its extremest torture. The heart of the grim woman was
instantly and thoroughly softened. She paused; she made him lean on her
arm; she wiped the drops from his brow; she addressed him in the most
soothing tones of pity. The spasm passed away suddenly as it does in
neuralgic agonies, and with it any gratitude or any remorse in the breast
of the sufferer.
"Yes," he said, "I will call on you; but meanwhile I am without a
farthing. Oh, do not fear that if you helped me now, I should again shun
you. I have no other resource left; nor have I now the spirit I once
had. I no longer now laugh at fatigue and danger."
"But will you swear by all that you yet hold sacred--if, alas! there be
aught which is sacred to you--that you will not again seek the company of
those men who are conspiring to entrap you into the hangman's hands?"
"Seek them again, the ungrateful cowardly blackguards! No, no; I promise
you that--solemnly; it is medical aid that I want; it is rest, I tell
you--rest, rest, rest." Arabella Crane drew forth her purse. "Take what
you will," said she gently. Jasper, whether from the desire to deceive
her, or because her alms were so really distasteful to his strange kind
of pride that he stinted to bare necessity the appeal to them, contented
himself with the third or fourth of the sovereigns that the purse
contained, and after a few words of thanks and promises, he left her
side, and soon vanished in the fog that grew darker and darker as the
night-like wintry day deepened over the silenced thoroughfares.
The woman went her way through the mists, hopeful--through the mists went
the man, hopeful also. Recruiting himself by slight food and strong
drink at a tavern on his road, he stalked on to Darrell's house in
Carlton Gardens; and, learning there that Darrell was at Fawley, hastened
to the station from which started the train to the town nearest to the
old Manor-house; reached that town safely, and there rested for the
night.