Shining Ferry Part 36
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This time he would have told, but could not. He sat down to tea with a choking breast and a heart so big within him that it left no room for food. He strove to eat, but could get no morsel past his lips.
At one moment the news seemed to bubble up within him, and his mouth opened to shout it aloud; the next, his courage failed at his own vaunting thoughts, and he reached a hand down to the table-leg, to 'touch wood,'
as humble men do to avert Nemesis if by chance they have let slip a boastful word. Once he laughed outright, wildly, at nothing whatever.
Nuncey set down the teapot and eyed her parent with a puzzled frown.
That frown had sat too often on her cheerful face during the past three months. In truth, Mr. Benny as a regrater fell disastrously short of success, being p.r.o.ne to sell at monstrous overweights, which ate up the profits. When Nuncey at length forbade him to touch the scales, he gave away apples to every child that chose to edge around the tail of the cart.
"There's something wrong with father to-night," she said. "He's like a thing hurried-in-mind. What's up with 'ee, my dear?--is it verses?"
She paused with a sudden dark suspicion. "I see'd William Badgery walkin'
after you down the street. Don't tell me you've let 'en persuade you into buying that lot of eggs he was preachin' up for fresh? for, if you have, I get no shoes this Christmas--that's all. Fresh? He've been salting them down these three months, against the Christmas prices, and no size in 'em to start with. I wouldn't sell 'em for sixpence the dozen."
"Shoes?" Good Lord, what a question these boots and shoes had been for all these years! Never a Sat.u.r.day came round (it seemed to him) but one or other of the family wanted soleing or heeling. And henceforth they could all have shoes to their heart's content--and frocks--and new suits-- and meat on the table without stint--
He set down his cup and rose hurriedly. In the act of pus.h.i.+ng back his chair he met his wife's eyes. They were watching him with anxious concern--not with apparent love; but he alone knew what love lay behind that look which once or twice of late he had surprised in them.
His own filled with sudden tears. No, he could not tell her now.
To-night, perhaps, when he and she were alone, he would tell her, as so often he had told his worries and listened to hers. He dashed his frayed cuff across his eyes and fairly bolted from the room.
"It's about Nicky Vro that he's troublin'," said Mrs. Benny.
"Terrible soft-hearted he is; but you ought to know your father better by this time than to upset 'en so."
An hour later word came to Hester--it was Shake who brought it--that Mr.
Benny would be glad to see her in the office. She obeyed at once, albeit with some trepidation when she came to mount the steps and tap at the door. She had learnt, however, from Nuncey that certain nights were set aside for tattooing. Doubtless this would not be one of them.
Four seamen sat within by the stove and under the light of the swinging lamp, smoking, patiently awaiting their turn. In the fog of tobacco smoke, which almost took Hester's breath away, they rose politely and saluted her. Big, shy boys they seemed to her, with the whites of their eyes extraordinarily clear against their swarthy complexions. Somehow she felt at home with them instantly, and no more afraid than if they had been children in her school.
One of them called Mr. Benny from the tiny inner office, or cupboard, where he conducted his confidential business, and the little man came running out in a flurry with one hand grasping a handkerchief and the other nervously thrust in his dishevelled hair.
"You will forgive me, my dear, for sending? The truth is, I am at my wits' end to-night and cannot concentrate myself. I have heard news to-day--no, nothing to distress me--on the contrary."--He gazed round helplessly. "It has upset me, though. I was wondering if you will be very kind and help me?"
"Help you?" echoed Hester. "Oh, Mr. Benny, you surely don't ask me to write your letters for you!"
"Not if you would find it distasteful, my dear."
"But I don't know; I a.s.sure you I haven't an idea how to do it!"
"You would find it come easy, for that matter." Mr. Benny drew a quill pen from behind his right ear, eyed its point dejectedly for a moment, and replaced it. "But, of course, if you feel like that, we'll say no more about it, and I'm sorry to have troubled you."
"If it's merely writing down from dictation--"
"You will find it a little more than _that_," Mr. Benny admitted.
Hester looked around on the faces of the seamen. They said nothing; they even watched her with sympathy, as though, while dumbly backing Mr.
Benny's pet.i.tion, they felt him to be asking too much; yet she divined that they were disappointed.
"I will try," she said with sudden resolve, and their approving murmur at once rewarded her. "Only you must be patient, and forgive my mistakes."
"That's a very good la.s.s," said one of them aloud, as Mr. Benny shook her by the hand and led her triumphantly to the little inner office.
Hester heard the words, and in spite of nervousness was glad that she had chosen to be brave.
The inner office contained a desk, a stool, and a deal chair. These, with a swinging lamp, a shelf of books, and a Band of Hope Almanack, completed its furniture. Indeed, it had room for no more, and its narrow dimensions were dwarfed just now by an enormous black-bearded seaman seated in the chair by the window, which stood open to the darkness. Although the month was December, the wind blew softly from the southwest, and night had closed in with a fine warm drizzle of rain. Beyond the window the riding-lights of the vessels at anchor shone across the gently heaving tide.
The black-bearded seaman made a motion to rise, but realising that this would seriously displace the furniture, contented himself with a 'Good-evening, miss,' and dropped back in his seat.
"Good-evening," answered Hester. "Mr. Benny here has asked me to take his place. I hope you don't mind?"
"Lord bless you, I like it."
"But I shall make a poor hand of it, I'm afraid."
The man eyed her solemnly for five or six seconds, slowly turned the quid of tobacco in his cheek, and spat out of window. "We'll get along famous," he said.
"He likes the window open," explained Mr. Benny, "because--"
"I see." Hester nodded.
"But I'll run and fetch a cloak for you." Without waiting for an answer, Mr. Benny hurried from the office.
To be deserted thus was more than Hester had bargained for, and for a moment she felt helplessly dismayed. A sheet of paper, half-covered with writing, lay on the desk, and she put out a hand for it.
"Is this your letter? Perhaps you'll allow me to read it and see how far you and Mr. Benny have gone."
"That's the way. Only you mustn' give me no credit for it: I sits and looks on. 'Never take a hand in a business you don't know'--that's my motto."
Hester wished devoutly that it had also been hers. She picked up the paper and read--
"Dear Wife,--This comes hoping to find you in health as it leaves me at present, and the children hearty. We made a good pa.s.sage, and arrived at Troy on the 14th inst., a romantic little harbour picturesquely situated on the south coast of Cornwall.
Once a flouris.h.i.+ng port, second only to London and Bristol, and still retaining in its ivy-clad fort some vestiges of its former glories, it requires the eye of imagination to summon back the days when (as Hals tells us) it manned and sent forth more than forty s.h.i.+ps to the siege of Calais, A.D. 1347--"
Hester glanced at her client dubiously.
"That's all right, ain't it?" he asked.
"Ye--es."
"Far as I remember, it tallies with the last letter he fixed up for me.
Something about 'grey old walls' there was, too."
"Yes, that comes two sentences below--
"Confronted with these evidences of decay, the visitor instinctively exclaims to himself, 'If these grey old walls could speak, what a tale might they not unfold!'--"
"So he've put that in again? There's what you might call a sameness about Benny, though he _do_ write different to anybody else."
"And here are more dates, and an epitaph from one of the tombstones in the churchyard! Indeed, Mr."--
"Salt. Tobias Salt--_and_ by natur'."
"Indeed, Mr. Salt, I can't write a letter like this. To begin with, I haven't the knowledge."
Shining Ferry Part 36
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