‘Do you happen to know him?’ I inquired.
Mrs Peck hesitated a moment. ‘No, but I know a lady who does. Are you going up?’
I had risen from my place – I had not ordered supper. ‘I’m going to take a turn before going to bed.’
‘Well then, you’ll see!’
Outside the saloon I hesitated, for Mrs Peck’s admonition made me feel for a moment that if I ascended to the deck I should have entered in a manner into her little conspiracy. But the night was so warm and splendid that I had been intending to smoke a cigar in the air before going below, and I did not see why I should deprive myself of this pleasure in order to seem not to mind Mrs Peck. I went up and saw a few figures sitting or moving about in the darkness. The ocean looked black and small, as it is apt to do at night, and the long mass of the ship, with its vague dim wings, seemed to take up a great part of it. There were more stars than one saw on land and the heavens struck one more than ever as larger than the earth. Grace Mavis and her companion were not, so far as I perceived at first, among the few passengers who were lingering late, and I was glad, because I hated to hear her talked about in the manner of the gossips I had left at supper. I wished there had been some way to prevent it, but I could think of no way but to recommend her privately to change her habits. That would be a very delicate business, and perhaps it would be better to begin with Jasper, though that would be delicate too. At any rate one might let him know, in a friendly spirit, to how much remark he exposed the young lady – leaving this revelation to work its way upon him. Unfortunately I could not altogether believe that the pair were unconscious of the observation and the opinion of the passengers. They were not a boy and a girl; they had a certain social perspective in their eye. I was not very clear as to the details of that behaviour which had made them (according to the version of my good friends in the saloon) a scandal to the ship, for though I looked at them a good deal I evidently had not looked at them so continuously and so hungrily as Mrs Peck. Nevertheless the probability was that they knew what was thought of them – what naturally would be – and simply didn’t care. That made Miss Mavis out rather cynical and even a little immodest; and yet, somehow, if she had such qualities I did not dislike her for them. I don’t know what strange, secret excuses I found for her. I presently indeed encountered a need for them on the spot, for just as I was on the point of going below again, after several restless turns and (within the limit where smoking was allowed) as many puffs at a cigar as I cared for, I became aware that a couple of figures were seated behind one of the lifeboats that rested on the deck. They were so placed as to be visible only to a person going close to the rail and peering a little sidewise. I don’t think I peered, but as I stood a moment beside the rail my eye was attracted by a dusky object which protruded beyond the boat and which, as I saw at a second glance, was the tail of a lady’s dress. I bent forward an instant, but even then I saw very little more; that scarcely mattered, however, for I took for granted on the spot that the persons concealed in so snug a corner were Jasper Nettlepoint and Mr Porterfield’s intended. Concealed was the word, and I thought it a real pity; there was bad taste in it. I immediately turned away and the next moment I found myself face to face with the captain of the ship. I had already had some conversation with him (he had been so good as to invite me, as he had invited Mrs Nettlepoint and her son and the young lady travelling with them, and also Mrs Peck, to sit at his table) and had observed with pleasure that he had the art, not universal on the Atlantic liners, of mingling urbanity with seamanship.
‘They don’t waste much time – your friends in there,’ he said, nodding in the direction in which he had seen me looking. ‘Ah well, they haven’t much to lose.’
‘That’s what I mean. I’m told she hasn’t.’
I wanted to say something exculpatory but I scarcely knew what note to strike. I could only look vaguely about me at the starry darkness and the sea that seemed to sleep. ‘Well, with these splendid nights, this perfection of weather, people are beguiled into late hours.’
‘Yes. We want a nice little blow,’ the captain said.
‘A nice little blow?’
‘That would clear the decks!’
The captain was rather dry and he went about his business. He had made me uneasy and instead of going below I walked a few steps more. The other walkers dropped off pair by pair (they were all men) till at last I was alone. Then, after a little, I quitted the field. Jasper and his companion were still behind their lifeboat. Personally I greatly preferred good weather, but as I went down I found myself vaguely wishing, in the interest of I scarcely knew what, unless of decorum, that we might have half a gale.
Miss Mavis turned out, in sea-phrase, early; for the next morning I saw her come up only a little while after I had finished my breakfast, a ceremony over which I contrived not to dawdle. She was alone and Jasper Nettlepoint, by a rare accident, was not on deck to help her. I went to meet her (she was encumbered as usual with her shawl, her sun-umbrella and a book) and laid my hands on her chair, placing it near the stern of the ship, where she liked best to be. But I proposed to her to walk a little before she sat down and she took my arm after I had put her accessories into the chair. The deck was clear at that hour and the morning light was gay; one got a sort of exhilarated impression of fair conditions and an absence of hindrance. I forget what we spoke of first, but it was because I felt these things pleasantly, and not to torment my companion nor to test her, that I could not help exclaiming cheerfully, after a moment, as I have mentioned having done the first day, ‘Well, we are getting on, we are getting on!’
‘Oh yes, I count every hour.’
‘The last days always go quicker,’ I said, ‘and the last hours—’
‘Well, the last hours?’ she asked; for I had instinctively checked myself.
‘Oh, one is so glad then that it is almost the same as if one had arrived. But we ought to be grateful when the elements have been so kind to us,’ I added. ‘I hope you will have enjoyed the voyage.’
She hesitated a moment, then she said, ‘Yes, much more than I expected.’
‘Did you think it would be very bad?’
‘Horrible, horrible!’
The tone of these words was strange but I had not much time to reflect upon it, for turning round at that moment I saw Jasper Nettlepoint come towards us. He was separated from us by the expanse of the white deck and I could not help looking at him from head to foot as he drew nearer. I know not what rendered me on this occasion particularly sensitive to the impression, but it seemed to me that I saw him as I had never seen him before – saw him inside and out, in the intense sea-light, in his personal, his moral totality. It was a quick, vivid revelation; if it only lasted a moment it had a simplifying, certifying effect. He was intrinsically a pleasing apparition, with his handsome young face and a certain absence of compromise in his personal arrangements which, more than any one I have ever seen, he managed to exhibit on shipboard. He had none of the appearance of wearing out old clothes that usually prevails there, but dressed straight, as I heard some one say. This gave him a practical, successful air, as of a young man who would come best out of any predicament. I expected to feel my companion’s hand loosen itself on my arm, as indication that now she must go to him, and was almost surprised she did not drop me. We stopped as we met and Jasper bade us a friendly good-morning. Of course the remark was not slow to be made that we had another lovely day, which led him to exclaim, in the manner of one to whom criticism came easily, ‘Yes, but with this sort of thing consider what one of the others would do!’
‘One of the other ships?’
‘We should be there now, or at any rate to-morrow.’
‘Well then, I’m glad it isn’t one of the others,’ I said, smiling at the young lady on my arm. My remark offered her a chance to say something appreciative and gave him one even more; but neither Jasper nor Grace Mavis took advantage of the opportunity. What they did do, I perceived, was to look a
t each other for an instant; after which Miss Mavis turned her eyes silently to the sea. She made no movement and uttered no word, contriving to give me the sense that she had all at once become perfectly passive, that she somehow declined responsibility. We remained standing there with Jasper in front of us, and if the touch of her arm did not suggest that I should give her up, neither did it intimate that we had better pass on. I had no idea of giving her up, albeit one of the things that I seemed to discover just then in Jasper’s physiognomy was an imperturbable implication that she was his property. His eye met mine for a moment, and it was exactly as if he had said to me, ‘I know what you think, but I don’t care a rap.’ What I really thought was that he was selfish beyond the limits: that was the substance of my little revelation. Youth is almost always selfish, just as it is almost always conceited, and, after all, when it is combined with health and good parts, good looks and good spirits, it has a right to be, and I easily forgive it if it be really youth. Still, it is a question of degree, and what stuck out of Jasper Nettlepoint (if one felt that sort of thing) was that his egotism had a hardness, his love of his own way an avidity. These elements were jaunty and prosperous, they were accustomed to triumph. He was fond, very fond, of women; they were necessary to him and that was in his type; but he was not in the least in love with Grace Mavis. Among the reflections I quickly made this was the one that was most to the point. There was a degree of awkwardness, after a minute, in the way we were planted there, though the apprehension of it was doubtless not in the least with him.
‘How is your mother this morning?’ I asked.
‘You had better go down and see.’
‘Not till Miss Mavis is tired of me.’
She said nothing to this and I made her walk again. For some minutes she remained silent; then, rather unexpectedly, she began: ‘I’ve seen you talking to that lady who sits at our table – the one who has so many children.’
‘Mrs Peck? Oh yes, I have talked with her.’
‘Do you know her very well?’
‘Only as one knows people at sea. An acquaintance makes itself. It doesn’t mean very much.’
‘She doesn’t speak to me – she might if she wanted.’
‘That’s just what she says of you – that you might speak to her.’
‘Oh, if she’s waiting for that—!’ said my companion, with a laugh. Then she added – ‘She lives in our street, nearly opposite.’
‘Precisely. That’s the reason why she thinks you might speak; she has seen you so often and seems to know so much about you.’
‘What does she know about me?’
‘Ah, you must ask her – I can’t tell you!’
‘I don’t care what she knows,’ said my young lady. After a moment she went on – ‘She must have seen that I’m not very sociable.’ And then – ‘What are you laughing at?’
My laughter was for an instant irrepressible – there was something so droll in the way she had said that.
‘Well, you are not sociable and yet you are. Mrs Peck is, at any rate, and thought that ought to make it easy for you to enter into conversation with her.’
‘Oh, I don’t care for her conversation – I know what it amounts to.’ I made no rejoinder – I scarcely knew what rejoinder to make – and the girl went on, ‘I know what she thinks and I know what she says.’ Still I was silent, but the next moment I saw that my delicacy had been wasted, for Miss Mavis asked, ‘Does she make out that she knows Mr Porterfield?’
‘No, she only says that she knows a lady who knows him.’
‘Yes, I know – Mrs Jeremie. Mrs Jeremie’s an idiot!’ I was not in a position to controvert this, and presently my young lady said she would sit down. I left her in her chair – I saw that she preferred it – and wandered to a distance. A few minutes later I met Jasper again, and he stopped of his own accord and said to me –
‘We shall be in about six in the evening, on the eleventh day – they promise it.’
‘If nothing happens, of course.’
‘Well, what’s going to happen?’
‘That’s just what I’m wondering!’ And I turned away and went below with the foolish but innocent satisfaction of thinking that I had mystified him.
IV
‘I DON’T know what to do, and you must help me,’ Mrs Nettlepoint said to me that evening, as soon as I went in to see her.
‘I’ll do what I can – but what’s the matter?’
‘She has been crying here and going on – she has quite upset me.’
‘Crying? She doesn’t look like that.’
‘Exactly, and that’s what startled me. She came in to see me this afternoon, as she has done before, and we talked about the weather and the run of the ship and the manners of the stewardess and little commonplaces like that, and then suddenly, in the midst of it, as she sat there, à propos of nothing, she burst into tears. I asked her what ailed her and tried to comfort her, but she didn’t explain; she only said it was nothing, the effect of the sea, of leaving home. I asked her if it had anything to do with her prospects, with her marriage; whether she found as that drew near that her heart was not in it; I told her that she mustn’t be nervous, that I could enter into that – in short I said what I could. All that she replied was that she was nervous, very nervous, but that it was already over; and then she jumped up and kissed me and went away. Does she look as if she had been crying?’ Mrs Nettlepoint asked.
‘How can I tell, when she never quits that horrid veil? It’s as if she were ashamed to show her face.’
‘She’s keeping it for Liverpool. But I don’t like such incidents,’ said Mrs Nettlepoint. ‘I shall go upstairs.’
‘And is that where you want me to help you?’
‘Oh, your arm and that sort of thing, yes. But something more. I feel as if something were going to happen.’
‘That’s exactly what I said to Jasper this morning.’
‘And what did he say?’
‘He only looked innocent, as if he thought I meant a fog or a storm.’
‘Heaven forbid – it isn’t that! I shall never be good-natured again,’ Mrs Nettlepoint went on; ‘never have a girl put upon me that way. You always pay for it, there are always tiresome complications. What I am afraid of is after we get there. She’ll throw up her engagement; there will be dreadful scenes; I shall be mixed up with them and have to look after her and keep her with me. I shall have to stay there with her till she can be sent back, or even take her up to London. Voyezvous ça?’
I listened respectfully to this and then I said: ‘You are afraid of your son.’
‘Afraid of him?’
‘There are things you might say to him – and with your manner; because you have one when you choose.’
‘Very likely, but what is my manner to his? Besides, I have said everything to him. That is I have said the great thing, that he is making her immensely talked about.’
‘And of course in answer to that he has asked you how you know, and you have told him I have told you.’
‘I had to; and he says it’s none of your business.’
‘I wish he would say that to my face.’
‘He’ll do so perfectly, if you give him a chance. That’s where you can help me. Quarrel with him – he’s rather good at a quarrel, and that will divert him and draw him off.’
‘Then I’m ready to discuss the matter with him for the rest of the voyage.’
‘Very well; I count on you. But he’ll ask you, as he asks me, what the deuce you want him to do.’
‘To go to bed,’ I replied, laughing.
‘Oh, it isn’t a joke.’
‘That’s exactly what I told you at first.’
‘Yes, but don’t exult; I hate people who exult. Jasper wants to know why he should mind her being talked about if she doesn’t mind it herself.’
‘I’ll tell him why,’ I replied; and Mrs Nettlepoint said she should be exceedingly obliged to me and repeated that she would come upstairs.
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bsp; I looked for Jasper above that same evening, but circumstances did not favour my quest. I found him – that is I discovered that he was again ensconced behind the lifeboat with Miss Mavis; but there was a needless violence in breaking into their communion, and I put off our interview till the next day. Then I took the first opportunity, at breakfast, to make sure of it. He was in the saloon when I went in and was preparing to leave the table; but I stopped him and asked if he would give me a quarter of an hour on deck a little later – there was something particular I wanted to say to him. He said, ‘Oh yes, if you like,’ with just a visible surprise, but no look of an uncomfortable consciousness. When I had finished my breakfast I found him smoking on the forward-deck and I immediately began: ‘I am going to say something that you won’t at all like; to ask you a question that you will think impertinent.’
‘Impertinent? that’s bad.’
‘I am a good deal older than you and I am a friend – of many years – of your mother. There’s nothing I like less than to be meddlesome, but I think these things give me a certain right – a sort of privilege. For the rest, my inquiry will speak for itself.’
‘Why so many preliminaries?’ the young man asked, smiling.
We looked into each other’s eyes a moment. What indeed was his mother’s manner – her best manner – compared with his? ‘Are you prepared to be responsible?’
‘To you?’
‘Dear no – to the young lady herself. I am speaking of course of Miss Mavis.’
‘Ah yes, my mother tells me you have her greatly on your mind.’
‘So has your mother herself – now.’
‘She is so good as to say so – to oblige you.’
‘She would oblige me a great deal more by reassuring me. I am aware that you know I have told her that Miss Mavis is greatly talked about.’
‘Yes, but what on earth does it matter?’
‘It matters as a sign.’
‘A sign of what?’
‘That she is in a false position.’