The Giant's Robe Part 14
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'And come back and tell you?' inquired Dolly; 'very well, papa.'
'Don't come back till I send for you,' he said. 'Mind that now, Dolly, stay in the schoolroom.'
He shut the door carefully after her, and then, turning to his wife and daughter, he said, 'You haven't either of you seen the papers to-day, I suppose?'
'No,' said Mrs. Langton; 'you know I never read daily papers. Gerald,'
she cried suddenly, with a light coming into her eyes, 'is another judge dead?' Visions of her husband on the Bench, a town-house in a more central part of London, an increase of social consideration for herself and daughters, began to float into her brain.
'It's not that--if there was, I'm not likely to be offered a judges.h.i.+p just yet; it's not good news, Belle, I'm afraid it's very bad,' he said warningly, 'very bad indeed.'
'Oh, papa,' cried Mabel, 'please don't break it to us--tell it at once, whatever it is!'
'You must let me choose my own course, my dear; I am coming to the point at once. The "Globe" has a telegram from Lloyd's agent reporting the total loss of the "Mangalore."'
'Vincent's s.h.i.+p!' said Mabel. 'Is--is he saved?'
'We cannot be certain of anything just yet--and--and these disasters are generally exaggerated in the first accounts, but I'm afraid there is very grave reason to fear that the poor boy went down with her--not many pa.s.sengers were on board at the time, and only four or five of them were saved, and they are women. We can hope for the best still, but I cannot after reading the particulars feel any confidence myself.
I made inquiries at the owners' offices this afternoon, but they could tell me very little just yet, though they will have fuller information by to-morrow--but from what they did say I cannot feel very hopeful.'
Mabel hid her face, trying to realise that the man who had sat opposite to her there scarcely a month ago, with the strange, almost prophetic, sadness in his eyes, was lying somewhere still and white, fathoms deep under the sea--she was too stunned for tears just yet.
'Gerald,' said Mrs. Langton, 'Vincent is drowned--I'm sure of it. I feel this will be a terrible shock to me by-and-by; I don't know when I shall get over it--poor, poor dear fellow! To think that the last time I saw him was that evening we dined at the Gordons'--you remember, Gerald, a dull dinner--and he saw me into the carriage, and stood there on the pavement saying good-bye!' Mrs. Langton seemed to consider that these circ.u.mstances had a deep pathos of their own; she pressed her eyes daintily with her handkerchief before she could go on. 'Why didn't he sail by one of the safe lines?' she murmured; 'the P. and O. never lost a single life; he might have gone in one of them and been alive now!'
'My dear Belle,' said her husband, 'we can't foresee these things, it--it _was_ to be, I suppose.'
'Is nothing more known?' said Mabel, with a strong effort to control her voice.
'Here is the account--stay, I can give you the effect of it. It was in the Indian Ocean, not long after leaving Bombay, somewhere off the Malabar coast; and the s.h.i.+p seems to have grazed a sunken reef, which ripped a fearful hole in her side, without stopping her course. They were not near enough to the land to hope to reverse the engines and back her on sh.o.r.e at full speed. She began to settle down fast by the head, and their only chance was in the boats, which unfortunately had nearly all become jammed in the davits. Every one appears to have behaved admirably. They managed at last to launch one of the boats, and to put the women into it; and they were trying to get out the others, when the vessel went down suddenly, not a quarter of an hour after striking the reef.'
'Vincent could swim, papa,' said Mabel, with gleaming eyes.
'He was not a first-rate swimmer,' said Mr. Langton, 'I remember that, and even a first-rate swimmer would have found it hard work to reach the sh.o.r.e, if he had not been drawn down with the s.h.i.+p, as seems to have been the fate of most of the poor fellows. Still of course there is always hope.'
'And he is dead! Vincent dead! It seems so hard, so very, very sad,'
said Mabel, and began to cry softly.
'Cry, darling,' said Mrs. Langton, 'it will do you good. I'm sure I wish _I_ could cry like that, it would be such a relief. But you know papa says we may hope yet; we won't give up all hope till we're obliged to; we must be brave. You really don't care about coming in to dinner? You won't have a little something sent up to your room? Well, I feel as if food would choke me myself, but I must go in to keep papa company. Will you tell this sad news to Dolly and Colin, and ask Fraulein to keep them with her till bedtime? I can't bear to see them just yet.'
Mr. Langton's decorous concern did not interfere with his appet.i.te, and Mrs. Langton seemed rather relieved at being able to postpone her grief for the present, and so Mabel was left to break the disaster, and the fate there was too much reason to fear for Vincent, to her younger brother and sister--a painful task, for Holroyd had been very dear to all three of them. Fraulein Mozer, too, wept with a more than sentimental sorrow for the young man she had tried to help, who would need her a.s.sistance never again.
The tidings had reached Mark early that same afternoon. He was walking home through the City from some 'holiday-cla.s.ses' he had been superintending at St. Peter's, when the heading 'Loss of a pa.s.senger steamer with ---- lives' on the contents-sheets of the evening papers caught his eye, and led him, when established with a 'Globe' in one of the Underground Railway carriages, to turn with a languid interest to the details. He started when he saw the name of the vessel, and all his indifference left him as he hurriedly read the various accounts of the disaster, and looked in vain for Vincent's name amongst the survivors.
The next day he, too, went up to the owners' offices to make inquiries, and by that time full information had come in, which left it impossible that any but those who had come ash.o.r.e in the long-boat could have escaped from the s.h.i.+p. They had remained near the scene of the wreck for some time, but without picking up more than one or two of the crew; the rest must all have been sucked down with the s.h.i.+p, which sank with terrible suddenness at the last.
Vincent was certainly not amongst those in the boat, while, as appeared from the agent's list, he was evidently on board when the s.h.i.+p left Bombay. It was possible to hope no longer after that, and Mark left the offices with the knowledge that Holroyd and he had indeed taken their last walk together; that he would see his face and take his hand no more.
It came to him with a shock, the unavoidable shock which a man feels when he has suddenly to a.s.sociate the idea of death with one with whom he has had any intimacy. He told himself he was sorry, and for a moment Vincent's fate seemed somehow to throw a sort of halo round his memory, but very soon the sorrow faded, until at last it became little more than an uneasy consciousness that he ought to be miserable and was not.
Genuine grief will no more come at command than genuine joy, and so Mark found, not without some self-reproach; he even began to read 'In Memoriam' again with the idea of making that the keynote for his emotions, but the pa.s.sionate yearning of that lament was pitched too high for him, and he never finished it. He recognised that he could not think of his lost friend in the way their long intimacy seemed to demand, and solved the difficulty by not thinking of him at all, compounding for his debt of inward mourning by wearing a black tie, which, as he was fond of a touch of colour in his costume, and as the emblem in question was not strictly required of him, he looked upon as, so to speak, a fairly respectable dividend.
Caffyn heard the news with a certain satisfaction. A formidable rival had been swept out of his path, and he could speak of him now without any temptation to depreciate his merits, so much so that when he took an opportunity one day of referring to his loss, he did it so delicately that Mabel was touched, and liked him better for this indication of feeling than she had ever been able to do before.
Her own sorrow was genuine enough, requiring no artificial stimulus and no outward tokens to keep it alive, and if Vincent could have been a.s.sured of this it would have reconciled him to all else. No callousness nor forgetfulness on the part of others could have had power to wound him so long as he should live on in the memory of the girl he had loved.
But it is better far for those who are gone that they should be impervious alike to our indifference and our grief, for the truest grief will be insensibly deadened by time, and could not long console the least exacting for the ever-widening oblivion.
CHAPTER IX.
A TURNING-POINT.
Mark came down to the little back parlour at Malakoff Terrace one dull January morning to find the family already a.s.sembled there, with the exception of Mrs. Ashburn, who was breakfasting in bed--an unusual indulgence for her.
'Mark,' said Trixie, as she leaned back in her chair, and put up her face for his morning greeting, 'there's a letter for you on your plate.'
It was not difficult to observe a suppressed excitement amongst all the younger members of his family concerning this letter; they had finished their breakfast and fallen into some curious speculations as to Mark's correspondent before he came in. Now three pairs of eyes were watching him as he strolled up to his seat; Mr. Ashburn alone seemed unconscious or indifferent.
Of late Mark had not had very many letters, and this particular one bore the name of 'Chilton & Fladgate' on the flap of the envelope. The Ashburns were not a literary family, but they knew this as the name of a well-known firm of publishers, and it had roused their curiosity.
Mark read the name too. For a moment it gave him a throb of excitement, the idea coming to him that, somehow, the letter concerned his own unfortunate ma.n.u.scripts. It was true that he had never had any communication with this particular firm, but these wild vague impressions are often independent of actual fact; he took it up and half began to open it.
Then he remembered what it probably was, and, partly with the object of preserving Vincent's secret still as far as possible, but chiefly, it must be owned, from a malicious pleasure he took in disappointing the expectation he saw around him, put the letter still unopened in his pocket.
'Why don't you open it?' asked Trixie impatiently, who was cheris.h.i.+ng the hope that some magnificent literary success had come at last to her favourite brother.
'Manners,' explained Mark, laconically.
'Nonsense,' said Trixie, 'you don't treat us with such ceremony as all that.'
'Not lately,' said Mark; 'that's how it is--it's bad for a family to get lax in these little matters of mutual courtesy. I'm going to see if I can't raise your tone--this is the beginning.'
'I'm sure we're very much obliged to you,' from Martha; 'I'm quite satisfied with my own tone, it's quite high enough for me, thank you.'
'Yes, I forgot,' said Mark, 'I've heard it very high indeed sometimes.
I wronged you, Martha. Still, you know, we might (all except _you_, Martha) be more polite to one another without causing ourselves any internal injury, mightn't we?'
'Well, Mark,' said Trixie, 'all you have to do is to ask our leave to open the letter, if you're really so particular.'
'Is that in the Etiquette Book?' inquired Mark.
'Don't be ridiculous--why _don't_ you ask our leave?'
'I suppose because I want to eat my breakfast--nothing is so prejudicial, my love, to the furtherance of the digestive process as the habit of reading at meals, any medical man will tell you that.'
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