Part 23 (1/2)

”No, mother,” said he.

She then, without explaining how she came acquainted with Jean's arguments, proceeded to demolish them one by one.

”If your mother is old and experienced,” said she, ”benefit by her age and experience. She has not forgotten love, nor the ills it leads to, when not fortified by prudence. Scripture says a man shall cleave to his wife when he has left his parents; but in making that, the most important step of life, where do you read that he is to break the fifth commandment? But I do you wrong, Charles, you never could have listened to that vulgar girl when she told you your mother was not your best friend.”

”N--no, mother, of course not.”

”Then you will not go to that place to break my heart, and undo all you have done this week.”

”I should like to go, mother.”

”You will break my heart if you do.”

”Christie will feel herself slighted, and she has not deserved this treatment from me.”

”The other will explain to her, and if she is as good a girl as you say--”

”She is an angel!”

”How can a fishwife be an angel? Well, then, she will not set a son to disobey his mother.”

”I don't think she would! but is all the goodness to be on her side?”

”No, Charles, you do your part; deny yourself, be an obedient child, and your mother's blessing and the blessing of Heaven will rest upon you.”

In short, he was not to go to Inch Coombe.

He stayed at home, his mother set him to work; he made a poor hand of it, he was so wretched. She at last took compa.s.sion on him, and in the evening, when it was now too late for a sail to Inch Coombe, she herself recommended a walk to him.

The poor boy's feet took him toward Newhaven, not that he meant to go to his love, but he could not forbear from looking at the place which held her.

He was about to return, when a s.p.a.cious blue jacket hailed him.

Somewhere inside this jacket was Master Flucker, who had returned in the yacht, leaving his sister on the island.

Gatty instantly poured out a flood of questions.

The baddish boy reciprocated fluency. He informed him ”that his sister had been the star of a goodly company, and that, her own lad having stayed away, she had condescended to make a conquest of the skipper himself.

”He had come in quite at the tag-end of one of her stories, but it had been sufficient to do his business--he had danced with her, had even whistled while she sung. (Hech, it was bonny!)

”And when the cutter sailed, he, Flucker, had seen her perched on a rock, like a mermaid, watching their progress, which had been slow, because the skipper, infatuated with so sudden a pa.s.sion, had made a series of ungrammatical tacks.”

”For his part he was glad,” said the gracious Flucker; ”the la.s.s was a prideful hussy, that had given some twenty lads a sore heart and him many a sore back; and he hoped his skipper, with whom he naturally identified himself rather than with his sister, would avenge the male s.e.x upon her.”

In short, he went upon this tack till he drove poor Gatty nearly mad.

Here was a new feeling superadded; at first he felt injured, but on reflection what cause of complaint had he?

He had neglected her; he might have been her partner--he had left her to find one where she could.