Part 40 (1/2)

CHAPTER XVI.

RICHARD, LORD VISCOUNT IPSDEN, having dotted the seash.o.r.e with sentinels, to tell him of Lady Barbara's approach, awaited his guest in the ”Peac.o.c.k”; but, as Gatty was a little behind time, he placed Saunders sentinel over the ”Peac.o.c.k,” and strolled eastward; as he came out of the ”Peac.o.c.k,” Mrs. Gatty came down the little hill in front, and also proceeded eastward; meantime Lady Barbara and her escort were not far from the New Town of Newhaven, on their way from Leith.

Mrs. Gatty came down, merely with a vague fear. She had no reason to suppose her son's alliance with Christie either would or could be renewed, but she was a careful player and would not give a chance away; she found he was gone out unusually early, so she came straight to the only place she dreaded; it was her son's last day in Scotland. She had packed his clothes, and he had inspired her with confidence by arranging pictures, etc., himself; she had no idea he was packing for his departure from this life, not Edinburgh only.

She came then to Newhaven with no serious misgivings, for, even if her son had again vacillated, she saw that, with Christie's pride and her own firmness, the game must be hers in the end; but, as I said before, she was one who played her cards closely, and such seldom lose.

But my story is with the two young fishwives, who, on their return from Leith, found themselves at the foot of the New Town, Newhaven, some minutes before any of the other persons who, it is to be observed, were approaching it from different points; they came slowly in, Christie in particular, with a listlessness she had never, known till this last week; for some days her strength had failed her--it was Jean that carried the creel now--before, Christie, in the pride of her strength, would always do more than her share of their joint labor. Then she could hardly be forced to eat, and what she did eat was quite tasteless to her, and sleep left her, and in its stead came uneasy slumbers, from which she awoke quivering from head to foot.

Oh! perilous venture of those who love one object with the whole heart.

This great but tender heart was breaking day by day.

Well, Christie and Jean, strolling slowly into the New Town of Newhaven, found an a.s.semblage of the natives all looking seaward; the fishermen, except Sandy Liston, were away at the herring fishery, but all the boys and women of the New Town were collected; the girls felt a momentary curiosity; it proved, however, to be only an individual swimming in toward sh.o.r.e from a greater distance than usual.

A little matter excites curiosity in such places.

The man's head looked like a spot of ink.

Sandy Liston was minding his own business, lazily mending a skait-net, which he had attached to a crazy old herring-boat hauled up to rot.

Christie sat down, pale and languid, by him, on a creepie that a la.s.s who had been baiting a line with mussels had just vacated; suddenly she seized Jean's arm with a convulsive motion; Jean looked up--it was the London steamboat running out from Leith to Granton Pier to take up her pa.s.sengers for London. Charles Gatty was going by that boat; the look of mute despair the poor girl gave went to Jean's heart; she ran hastily from the group, and cried out of sight for poor Christie.

A fishwife, looking through a telescope at the swimmer, remarked: ”He's coming in fast; he's a gallant swimmer, yon--

”Can he dee't?” inquired Christie of Sandy Liston.

”Fine thaat,” was the reply; ”he does it aye o' Sundays when ye are at the kirk.”

”It's no oot o' the kirk window ye'll hae seen him, Sandy, my mon,” said a young fishwife.

”Rin for my gla.s.s ony way, Flucker,” said Christie, forcing herself to take some little interest.

Flucker brought it to her, she put her hand on his shoulder, got slowly up, and stood on the creepie and adjusted the focus of her gla.s.s; after a short view, she said to Flucker:

”Rin and see the nook.” She then leveled her gla.s.s again at the swimmer.

Flucker informed her the nook said ”half eleven”--Scotch for ”half past ten.”

Christie whipped out a well-thumbed almanac.

”Yon nook's aye ahint,” said she. She swept the sea once more with her gla.s.s, then brought it together with a click, and jumped off the stool.

Her quick intelligence viewed the matter differently from all the others.

”Noow,” cried she, smartly, ”wha'll lend me his yawl?”

”Hets! dinna be sae interferin', la.s.sie,” said a fishwife.

”Hae nane o' ye ony s.p.u.n.k?” said Christie, taking no notice of the woman. ”Speak, laddies!”