Part 62 (1/2)
And now drew near the full power, the culmination of the mounting enchantment of the night for Malcolm. When once the Scaurnose people should have pa.s.sed them, they would be alone--alone as in the s.p.a.ces between the stars. There would not be a living soul on the sh.o.r.e for hours. From the harbour the nearest way to the House was by the sea gate, but where was the haste--with the lovely night around them, private as a dream shared only by two? Besides, to get in by that, they would have had to rouse the cantankerous Bykes, and what a jar would not that bring into the music of the silence! Instead, therefore, of turning up by the side of the stream where it crossed the sh.o.r.e, he took Clementina once again in his arms unforbidden, and carried her over. Then the long sands lay open to their feet. Presently they heard the Scaurnose party behind them, coming audibly, merrily on. As by a common resolve they turned to the left, and crossing the end of the Boar's Tail, resumed their former direction, with the dune now between them and the sea. The voices pa.s.sed on the other side, and they heard them slowly merge into the inaudible. At length, after an interval of silence, on the westerly air came one quiver of laughter--by which Malcolm knew his friends were winding up the red path to the top of the cliff.
And now the sh.o.r.e was bare of presence, bare of sound save the soft fitful rush of the rising tide. But behind the long sandhill, for all they could see of the sea, they might have been in the heart of a continent.
”Who would imagine the ocean so near us, my lady!” said Malcolm, after they had walked for some time without word spoken.
”Who can tell what may be near us?” she returned.
”True, my lady. Our future is near us, holding thousands of things unknown. Hosts of thinking beings with endless myriads of thoughts may be around us. What a joy t' know that, of all things and all thoughts, G.o.d is nearest to us--so near that we cannot see him, but, far beyond seeing him, can know of him infinitely!”
As he spoke they came opposite the tunnel, but he turned from it and they ascended the dune. As their heads rose over the top, and the sky night above and the sea night beneath rolled themselves out and rushed silently together, Malcolm said, as if thinking aloud:
”Thus shall we meet death and the unknown, and the new that breaks from the bosom of the invisible will be better than the old upon which the gates close behind us. The Son of man is content with my future, and I am content.”
There was a peace in the words that troubled Clementina: he wanted no more than he had--this cold, imperturbable, devout fisherman!
She did not see that it was the confidence of having all things that held his peace rooted. From the platform of the swivel, they looked abroad over the sea. Far north in the east lurked a suspicion of dawn, which seemed, while they gazed upon it, to ”languish into life,” and the sea was a shade less dark than when they turned from it to go behind the dune. They descended a few paces, and halted again.
”Did your ladys.h.i.+p ever see the sun rise?” asked Malcolm.
”Never in open country,” she answered.
”Then stay and see it now, my lady. He'll rise just over yonder, a little nearer this way than that light from under his eyelids.
A more glorious chance you could not have. And when he rises, just observe, one minute after he is up, how like a dream all you have been in tonight will look. It is to me strange even to awfulness how many different phases of things, and feelings about them, and moods of life and consciousness, G.o.d can tie up in the bundle of one world with one human soul to carry it.”
Clementina slowly sank on the sand of the slope, and like lovely sphinx of northern desert, gazed in immovable silence out on the yet more northern sea. Malcolm took his place a little below, leaning on his elbow, for the slope was steep, and looking up at her. Thus they waited the sunrise.
Was it minutes or only moments pa.s.sed in that silence--whose speech was the soft ripple of the sea on the sand? Neither could have answered the question. At length said Malcolm,
”I think of changing my service, my lady.”
”Indeed, Malcolm!”
”Yes, my lady. My--mistress does not like to turn me away, but she is tired of me, and does not want me any longer.”
”But you would never think of finally forsaking a fisherman's life for that of a servant, surely, Malcolm?”
”What would become of Kelpie, my lady?” rejoined Malcolm, smiling to himself.
”Ah!” said Clementina, bewildered; ”I had not thought of her.-- But you cannot take her with you,” she added, coming a little to her senses.
”There is n.o.body about the place who could, or rather, who would do anything with her. They would sell her. I have enough to buy her, and perhaps somebody might not object to the enc.u.mbrance, but hire me and her together.--Your groom wants a coachman's place, my lady.”
”O Malcolm! do you mean you would be my groom?” cried Clementina, pressing her palms together.
”If you would have me, my lady; but I have heard you say you would have none but a married man.”
”But--Malcolm--don't you know anybody that would?--Could you not find some one--some lady--that?--I mean, why shouldn't you be a married man?”
”For a very good and to me rather sad reason, my lady; the only woman I could marry, or should ever be able to marry,--would not have me. She is very kind and very n.o.ble, but--it is preposterous --the thing is too preposterous. I dare not have the presumption to ask her.”
Malcolm's voice trembled as he spoke, and a few moments' pause followed, during which he could not lift his eyes. The whole heaven seemed pressing down their lids. The breath which he modelled into words seemed to come in little billows.