Part 45 (1/2)

Happily Captain Calderwood's outward voyage and his stay in Melbourne had been shorter than his mother had calculated upon, so that as yet no thought of anxiety had come to disturb her, and she was glad to go with George, believing that she could pay a few weeks in Scotland with her daughter, and still be in London in time to receive her son when he should return.

It was Mrs Calderwood's first visit after an absence of several years, to a place which had been her home during the greater part of her life.

There were many to welcome her, and there was much to see and hear, and she was greatly occupied. But George wondered sometimes that she should live on from day to day, showing no misgivings, even no surprise, at the continued absence of her son.

He need not have wondered. She had been a sailor's daughter, and a sailor's wife, and she had lived the greater part of her life among sailors' wives and widows, and had learned the necessity of giving no unwise indulgence to fancies and fears, and to keep quiet and face them when fears and fancies had to give place at last to a knowledge of disaster and loss.

She had had anxious thoughts doubtless while she awaited the expected summons to meet her son, when the s.h.i.+p should be heard from, but outwardly she was calm and even cheerful. It was wise for her own sake not to dwell on her fears--which indeed were hardly fears as yet, but only a vague movement of surprise and impatience that she should have to wait so long. And it was wise also for the sake of her daughter, who was not so strong as usual. So she kept herself cheerful and seemed to be taking so little thought of what might be awaiting her, that George questioned at last whether it might not be both kind and wise to prepare her for the shock which he began to fear must come soon. This painful task did not fall to him however, and Mrs Calderwood was already better prepared for it than he knew.

It was drawing near the end of February by this time, and it was a milder season than Portie often sees. There were weeks of bleak weather to come yet, for this eastern coast rarely escapes a full share of that sooner or later. But in the mean time the days were fair and calm, and looking over a pale grey sea, bright now and then with a blink of suns.h.i.+ne, thoughts of storm and danger did not come so readily, as with a wild and angry sea they might have done. But even Marion was beginning to wonder that her mother said nothing of what might be keeping the ”Ben Nevis” so long.

And then a single word came to break the silence between them, and they knew that the mother's quietness had cost her something. But she was quiet still when doubts and fears and even despair were busy at her heart.

They were still sitting at breakfast one fair morning when Jean came in.

She was just as usual, they all thought at the moment, but afterwards each remembered the look on her face as she opened the door. The air had brought a colour to her cheeks, so she was not pale, but there was a startled look in her eyes as she turned them from one to another before she uttered a word. It changed as she marked the unmoved face of each.

She kissed Marion, and then, strangely enough, she kissed Mrs Calderwood, and laid two pale primroses, the first of the season, on a book which she held in her hand.

They were friendly, these two, and even more than friendly, but there was always a touch of shyness and reserve between them, even when they were most friendly. Marion, who so dearly loved them both, saw it and wondered at it often, but she smiled now as Jean stooped and touched her lips to her mother's cheek. Mrs Calderwood grew a shade paler, and a question came into her eyes as she met Jean's look. But Jean had no answer for it.

”I found them in a sheltered nook in the wood when I was out this morning. They are come earlier than usual, and there will soon be more of them.”

Jean did not meet her look as she thanked her, but turned to George who was preparing to go out, nor would she sit down.

”I only looked in as I pa.s.sed, to see if all was well with you. I have many things to do, but I will come in again before I go home, unless I should be detained longer than I expect in the town.” So in a little she and her brother went out together. ”Are you taking the paper with you, George?” said Mrs Calderwood following them to the door.

”Not if you wish to see it. I will send for it by and by when I want it.”

”You have seen it, George?” said Jean as they went on. ”If you mean the paragraph about the 'Ben Nevis,' yes, I have seen it. It does not say much beyond the usual, 'Fears are entertained for the safety, etc.'”

”And now she will see it.”

”Yes, I think it is as well. It will help to prepare her for what she may have to hear later.”

”George,” said Jean in a little, ”does that mean that you are afraid?”

”There is cause for anxiety. There was that before we left London. I only wonder that Mrs Calderwood has said so little about it.”

”And you left London more than six weeks ago.” George told her of the succession of terrible storms that had swept over the Southern seas about the close of the year, in lat.i.tudes where possibly the ”Ben Nevis”

had been at that time, acknowledging that there would be reason to fear for the fate of the s.h.i.+p unless she were heard from soon. His anxiety had been greater than he knew, and he had kept it to himself so long that to speak was a relief, which led him to say more to his sister than he would otherwise have done. His words were less hopeful than he meant them to be, until Jean said, ”Do you mean that you give them up?”

”By no means. I do not even give up the s.h.i.+p. I know Willie Calderwood and what he can do too well to do that yet a white. And even if they had to forsake the s.h.i.+p, the chances are in favour of safety for the men. All that depends on circ.u.mstances of which we can know nothing.

But I by no means give up the s.h.i.+p even yet.”

”But, George, should you not have stayed to tell Mrs Calderwood so?”

”No, I think not. There will be time enough for that, and she is of a nature to meet the first pain best alone.”

”But Marion?”