Part 1 (1/2)
s.h.i.+ning Ferry.
by Sir Arthur Thomas Quiller-Couch.
CHAPTER I.
ROSEWARNE OF HALL.
John Rosewarne sat in his counting-house at Hall, dictating a letter to his confidential clerk. The letter ran--
”Dear Sir,--In answer to yours of the 6th inst., I beg to inform you that in consequence of an arrangement with the Swedish firms, by which barrel-staves will be trimmed and finished to three standard lengths before s.h.i.+pment, we are enabled to offer an additional discount of five per cent, for the coming season on orders of five thousand staves and upwards. Such orders, however, should reach us before the fishery begins, as we hold ourselves free to raise the price at any time after 1st July. A consignment is expected from the Baltic within the next fortnight.”
The little clerk looked up. His glance inquired, ”Is that all?”
”Wait a minute.” His master seemed to be reflecting; then leaning back in his chair and gripping its arms while he stared out of the bow-window before him, he resumed his dictation--
”I hope to be in Plymouth on Wednesday next, and that you will hold yourself ready for a call between two and three in the afternoon at your office.”
”I beg your pardon, sir,” the clerk interposed, ”but Mr. Samuel closes early on Wednesdays.
”I know it. Go on, please--
”I have some matters to discuss alone with you, and they may take a considerable time. Kindly let me know by return if the date suggested is inconvenient.”
”That will do.” He held out his hand for the paper, and signed it, ”Yours truly, John Rosewarne,” while the clerk addressed the envelope.
This concluded their day's work.
Rosewarne pulled out his watch, consulted it, and fell again to staring out of the open window. A climbing Banksia rose overgrew the sill and ran up the mullions, its cl.u.s.ters of nankeen buds stirred by the breeze and nodding against the pale sunset sky. Beyond the garden lay a small orchard fringed with elms; and below this the slope fell so steeply down to the harbourthat the elm-tops concealed its s.h.i.+pping and all but the chimney-smoke of a busy little town on its farther sh.o.r.e. High over this smoke the rooks were trailing westward and homeward.
Rosewarne heard the clank of mallets in a s.h.i.+pbuilding yard below.
Then five o'clock struck from the church tower across the water, and the mallets ceased; but far down by the harbour's mouth the crew of a foreign-bound s.h.i.+p sang at the windla.s.s--
Good-bye, fare-ye-well--Good-bye, fare-ye-well!
[In the original text a short length of musical score is shown]
The vessel belonged to him. He controlled most of the s.h.i.+pping and a good half of the harbour's trade. As for the town at his feet, had you examined his ledgers you might fancy its smoke ascending to him as incense. He sat with his strong hand resting on the arms of his chair, with the last gold of daylight touching his white hair and the lines of his firm, clean-shaven face, and overlooked his local world and his possessions. If they brought him happiness, he did not smile.
He aroused himself with a kind of shake of the shoulders, and stretched out a hand to ring, as his custom was after the day's work, for a draught of cider.
”Eh? Anything more?” he asked; for the little clerk, having gathered up his papers, had advanced close to the corner of the writing-table, and waited there with an air of apology.
”I beg your pardon, sir--the 28th of May. I had no opportunity this morning, but if I may take the liberty.”--
”My birthday, Benny? So it is; and, begad, I believe you're the only soul to remember it. Stay a moment.”--
He rang the bell, and ordered the maidservant to bring in a full jug of cider and two gla.s.ses. At the signal, a small Italian greyhound, who had been awaiting it, came forward fawning from her lair in the corner, and, encouraged by a snap of the fingers, leapt up to her master's knee.
”May G.o.d send you many, sir, and His mercy follow you all your days!” said little Mr. Benny, with sudden fervour. Relapsing at once into his ordinary manner, he produced a sc.r.a.p of paper and tendered it shyly.
”If you will think it appropriate,” he explained.