Part 6 (2/2)
”Isabel will have time to reach the other side,” said Simon.
He was now quite calm, full of faith in the present and the future.
In absolute agreement with Isabel, he approved of her departure; it caused him no suffering.
”Come,” he thought, ”it is time to act.”
He now recognized the purpose in view of which he had been preparing for years and years: it was to win a woman who was dearer to him than anything on earth and whose conquest would force him to claim that place in the world which his merits deserved.
He had done with h.o.a.rding. His duty was to spend, ay, to squander, like a prodigal scattering gold by the handful, without fear of ever exhausting his treasure.
”The time has come,” he repeated. ”If I am good for anything, I must prove it. If I was right to wait and husband my resources, I must prove it.”
He began to walk along the boulevard, his head erect, his chest expanded, striking the ground with a ringing step.
The wind was rising to a gale. Furious showers swept the air. These were trifles to a Simon Dubosc, whose body, clad at all times of the year in light materials, took no heed of the rough weather and, even at the end of a day marked by so many trials, did not betray the slightest symptom of fatigue.
In truth, he felt inaccessible to ordinary weaknesses. His muscles were capable of unlimited endurance. His arms, his legs, his chest, his whole body, patiently exercised, were able to sustain the most violent and persistent efforts. Through his eyes, ears and nostrils he partic.i.p.ated acutely in every vibration of the outer world. He was without a flaw. His nerves were perfectly steady. His will responded to every demand. He had the faculty of making up his mind at the first warning. His senses were always on the alert, but were controlled by his reason. He had keen intelligence and a clear, logical mind. _He was ready._
He was ready. Like an athlete at the top of his form, he owed it to himself to enter the lists and accomplish some feat of prowess. Now, by a wonderful coincidence, it seemed that events promised him a field of action in which this feat of prowess might be performed in the most brilliant fas.h.i.+on. How? That he did not know. When? That he could not say. But he felt a profound intuition that new paths were about to open up before him.
For an hour he walked to and fro, fired by enthusiasm, quivering with hope. Suddenly a squall leapt at the sea-front, as though torn from the crest of the waves; and the rain fell in disorderly ma.s.ses, hurtling downwards in all directions.
The storm had broken and Isabel was still at sea.
He shrugged his shoulders, refusing to admit a return of anxiety. If they had both escaped from the wreck of the _Queen Mary_, it was not in order that one of them should now pay for that unexpected boon. No, come what might, Isabel would reach the other side. Fate was protecting them both.
Through the torrents of rain pouring across the parade and by the flooded streets, Simon returned to the Villa Dubosc. An indomitable energy bore him up. And he thought with pride of his beautiful bride, who, disdainful like himself of the day's acc.u.mulated ordeals and untiring as he, had gone forth bravely into the terrors of the night.
CHAPTER IV
THE GREAT UPHEAVAL
The next five days were of those whose memory oppresses a nation for countless generations. What with hurricanes, cyclones, floods, swollen rivers and tidal waves, the coasts of the Channel and in particular the parts about Fecamp, Dieppe and Le Treport suffered the most infuriate a.s.saults conceivable.
Although a scientist would not admit the least relation between this series of storms and the tremendous event of the 4th of June, that is to say, of the last of these five days, what a strange coincidence it was! How could the ma.s.ses ever since help thinking that these several phenomena all formed part of one connected whole?
In Dieppe, the undoubted centre of the first seismic disturbances, in Dieppe and the outlying districts h.e.l.l was let loose. It was as though this particular spot of the earth's surface was the meeting-place of all the powers that attack and devastate and undermine and slay. In the whirlpools, or the water-spouts, or the eddies of overflowing rivers, under the crash of uprooted trees, crumbling cliffs, falling scaffoldings and walls, tottering belfries and factory-chimneys and of all the objects carried by the wind, the deaths increased steadily.
Twenty families were thrown into mourning on the first day, forty on the second. As for the number of victims destroyed by the great convulsion which accompanied the tremendous event, it was doubtful whether this was ever accurately estimated.
As happens in such periods of constant danger, when the individual thinks only of himself and those akin to him, Simon knew hardly anything of the disaster save through the manifestations that reached him directly. After receiving a wireless telegram from Isabel which a.s.sured him of her safety, he spread the newspapers only to make certain that his flight with her was not suspected. With the rest--details of the foundering of the _Queen Mary_, articles in which his presence of mind, his courage and Isabel's pluck were extolled, or in which the writer endeavoured to explain the convulsions in the Channel--with all this he had hardly time to concern himself.
He remained with his father. He told him the secret of his love, told him the story of the recent incidents, told him of his plans. Together they wandered through the town or out into the country, both of them drenched and blinded by the showers, staggering under the squalls and bowing their heads beneath the bombardment of slates and tiles. The trees and telegraph-poles along the road were mown down like corn.
Trusses of straw, stacks of fodder, f.a.ggots of wood, palings, coils of wire were whirled through the air like autumn leaves. Nature seemed to have declared a merciless war upon herself for the sheer pleasure of spoiling and destroying.
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