Complete Works of Thomas Hardy (Illustrated) (823 page)

“I don’t taunt you.  I speak the truth, purely in a friendly way, as I should to any I wished well.  Though for that matter I might have some excuse even for taunting you.  Such a terrible hurry as you’ve been in.  I hate a woman who is in such a hurry.”

“How do you mean that?”

“Why — to be somebody’s wife or other — anything’s wife rather than nobody’s.  You couldn’t wait for me, O, no.  Well, thank God, I’m cured of all that!”

“How merciless you are!” she said bitterly.  “Wait for you?  What does that mean, Charley?  You never showed — anything to wait for — anything special toward me.”

“O, come, Baptista dear; come!”

“What I mean is, nothing definite,” she expostulated.  “I suppose you liked me a little; but it seemed to me to be only a pastime on your part, and that you never meant to make an honourable engagement of it.”

“There, that’s just it!  You girls expect a man to mean business at the first look.  No man when he first becomes interested in a woman has any definite scheme of engagement to marry her in his mind, unless he is meaning a vulgar mercenary marriage.  However, I did at least mean an honourable engagement, as you call it, come to that.”

“But you never said so, and an indefinite courtship soon injures a woman’s position and credit, sooner than you think.”

“Baptista, I solemnly declare that in six months I should have asked you to marry me.”

She walked along in silence, looking on the ground, and appearing very uncomfortable.  Presently he said, “Would you have waited for me if you had known?” To this she whispered in a sorrowful whisper, “Yes!”

They went still farther in silence — passing along one of the beautiful walks on the outskirts of the town, yet not observant of scene or situation.  Her shoulder and his were close together, and he clasped his fingers round the small of her arm — quite lightly, and without any attempt at impetus; yet the act seemed to say, “Now I hold you, and my will must be yours.”

Recurring to a previous question of hers he said, “I have merely run down here for a day or two from school near Trufal, before going off to the north for the rest of my holiday.  I have seen my relations at Redrutin quite lately, so I am not going there this time.  How little I thought of meeting you!  How very different the circumstances would have been if, instead of parting again as we must in half-an-hour or so, possibly forever, you had been now just going off with me, as my wife, on our honeymoon trip.  Ha — ha — well — so humorous is life!”

She stopped suddenly.  “I must go back now — this is altogether too painful, Charley!  It is not at all a kind mood you are in today.”

“I don’t want to pain you — you know I do not,” he said more gently.  “Only it just exasperates me — this you are going to do.  I wish you would not.”

“What?”

“Marry him.  There, now I have showed you my true sentiments.”

“I must do it now,” said she.

“Why?” he asked, dropping the offhand masterful tone he had hitherto spoken, and becoming earnest; still holding her arm, however, as if she were his chattel to be taken up or put down at will.  “It is never too late to break off a marriage that’s distasteful to you.  Now I’ll say one thing; and it is truth: I wish you would marry me instead of him, even now, at the last moment, though you have served me so badly.”

“O, it is not possible to think of that!” she answered hastily, shaking her head.  “When I get home all will be prepared — it is ready even now — the things for the party, the furniture, Mr. Heddegan’s new suit, and everything.  I should require the courage of a tropical lion to go home there and say I wouldn’t carry out my promise!”

“Then go, in Heaven’s name!  But there would be no necessity for you to go home and face them in that way.  If we were to marry, it would have to be at once, instantly; or not at all.  I should think your affection not worth the having unless you agreed to come back with me to Trufal this evening, where we could be married by license on Monday morning.  And then no Mr. David Heddegan or anybody else could get you away from me.”

“I must go home by the Tuesday boat,” she faltered.  “What would they think if I did not come?”

“You could go home by that boat just the same.  All the difference would be that I should go with you.  You could leave me on the quay, where I’d have a smoke, while you went and saw your father and mother privately; you could then tell them what you had done, and that I was waiting not far off; that I was a schoolmaster in a fairly good position, and a young man you had known when you were at the Training College.  Then I would come boldly forward; and they would see that it could not be altered, and so you wouldn’t suffer a lifelong misery by being the wife of a wretched old gaffer you don’t like at all.  Now, honestly; you do like me best, don’t you, Baptista?”

“Yes.”

“Then we will do as I say.”

She did not pronounce a clear affirmative.  But that she consented to the novel proposition at some moment or other of that walk was apparent by what occurred a little later.

III

An enterprise of such pith required, indeed, less talking than consideration.  The first thing they did in carrying it out was to return to the railway station, where Baptista took from her luggage a small trunk of immediate necessaries which she would in any case have required after missing the boat.  That same afternoon they traveled up the line to Trufal.

Charles Stow (as his name was), despite his disdainful indifference to things, was very careful of appearances, and made the journey independently of her though in the same train.  He told her where she could get board and lodgings in the city; and with merely a distant nod to her of a provisional kind, went off to his own quarters, and to see about the license.

On Sunday she saw him in the morning across the nave of the pro-cathedral.  In the afternoon they walked together in the fields, where he told her that the license would be ready next day, and would be available the day after, when the ceremony could be performed as early after eight o’clock as they should choose.

His courtship, thus renewed after an interval of two years, was as impetuous, violent even, as it was short.  The next day came and passed, and the final arrangements were made.  Their agreement was to get the ceremony over as soon as they possibly could the next morning, so as to go on to Pen-zephyr at once, and reach that place in time for the boat’s departure the same day.  It was in obedience to Baptista’s earnest request that Stow consented thus to make the whole journey to Lyonesse by land and water at one heat, and not break it at Pen-zephyr; she seemed to be oppressed with a dread of lingering anywhere, this great first act of disobedience to her parents once accomplished, with the weight on her mind that her home had to be convulsed by the disclosure of it.  To face her difficulties over the water immediately she had created them was, however, a course more desired by Baptista than by her lover; though for once he gave way.

The next morning was bright and warm as those which had preceded it.  By six o’clock it seemed nearly noon, as is often the case in that part of England in the summer season.  By nine they were husband and wife.  They packed up and departed by the earliest train after the service; and on the way discussed at length what she should say on meeting her parents, Charley dictating the turn of each phrase.  In her anxiety they had traveled so early that when they reached Pen-zephyr they found there were nearly two hours on their hands before the steamer’s time of sailing.

Baptista was extremely reluctant to be seen promenading the streets of the watering-place with her husband till, as above stated, the household at Giant’s Town should know the unexpected course of events from her own lips; and it was just possible, if not likely, that some Lyonessian might be prowling about there, or even have come across the sea to look for her.  To meet any one to whom she was known, and to have to reply to awkward questions about the strange young man at her side before her well-framed announcement had been delivered at proper time and place, was a thing she could not contemplate with equanimity.  So, instead of looking at the shops and harbor, they went along the coast a little way.

The heat of the morning was by this time intense.  They clambered up on some cliffs, and while sitting there, looking around at St. Michael’s Mount and other objects, Charles said to her that he thought he would run down to the beach at their feet, and take just one plunge into the sea.

Baptista did not much like the idea of being left alone; it was gloomy, she said.  But he assured her he would not be gone more than a quarter of an hour at the outside, and she passively assented.

Down he went, disappeared, appeared again, and looked back.  Then he again proceeded, and vanished, till, as a small waxen object, she saw him emerge from the nook that had screened him, cross the white fringe of foam, and walk into the undulating mass of blue.  Once in the water he seemed less inclined to hurry than before; he remained a long time; and, unable either to appreciate his skill or criticize his want of it at that distance, she withdrew her eyes from the spot, and gazed at the still outline of St. Michael’s — now beautifully toned in gray.

Her anxiety for the hour of departure, and to cope at once with the approaching incidents that she would have to manipulate as best she could, sent her into a reverie.  It was now Tuesday; she would reach home in the evening — a very late time they would say; but, as the delay was a pure accident, they would deem her marriage to Mr. Heddegan tomorrow still practicable.  Then Charles would have to be produced from the background.  It was a terrible undertaking to think of, and she almost regretted her temerity in wedding so hastily that morning.  The rage of her father would be so crushing; the reproaches of her mother so bitter; and perhaps Charles would answer hotly, and perhaps cause estrangement till death.  There had obviously been no alarm about her at St. Maria’s, or somebody would have sailed across to inquire for her.  She had, in a letter written at the beginning of the week, spoken of the hour at which she intended to leave her country schoolhouse; and from this her friends had probably perceived that by such timing she would run a risk of losing the Saturday boat.  She had missed it, and as a consequence sat here on the shore as Mrs. Charles Stow.

This brought her to the present, and she turned from he outline of St. Michael’s Mount to look about for her husband’s form.  He was, as far as she could discover, no longer in the sea.  Then he was dressing.  By moving a few steps she could see where his clothes lay.  But Charles was not beside them.

Baptista looked back again at the water in bewilderment, as if her senses were the victim of some sleight of hand.  Not a speck or spot resembling a man’s head or face showed anywhere.  By this time she was alarmed, and her alarm intensified when she perceived a little beyond the scene of her husband’s bathing a small area of water, the quality of whose surface differed from that of the surrounding expanse as the coarse vegetation of some foul patch in a mead differs from the fine green of the remainder.  Elsewhere it looked flexuous, here it looked vermiculated and lumpy, and her marine experiences suggested to her in a moment that two currents met and caused a turmoil at this place.

She descended as hastily as her trembling limbs would allow.  The way down was terribly long, and before reaching the heap of clothes it occurred to her that, after all, it would be best to run first for help.  Hastening along in a lateral direction she proceeded inland till she met a man, and soon afterwards two others.  To them she exclaimed, “I think a gentleman who was bathing is in some danger.  I cannot see him as I could.  Will you please run and help him, at once, if you will be so kind?”

She did not think of turning to show them the exact spot, indicating it vaguely by the direction of her hand, and still going on her way with the idea of gaining more assistance.  When she deemed, in her faintness, that she had carried the alarm far enough, she faced about and dragged herself back again.  Before reaching the now dreaded spot she met one of the men.

“We can see nothing at all, Miss,” he declared.

Having gained the beach, she found the tide in, and no sign of Charley’s clothes.  The other men whom she had besought to come had disappeared, it must have been in some other direction, for she had not met them going away.  They, finding nothing, had probably thought her alarm a mere conjecture, and given up the quest.

Baptista sank down upon the stones near at hand.  Where Charley had undressed was now sea.  There could not be the least doubt that he was drowned, and his body sucked under by the current; while his clothes, lying within high-water mark, had probably been carried away by the rising tide.

She remained in a stupor for some minutes, till a strange sensation succeeded the aforesaid perceptions, mystifying her intelligence, and leaving her physically almost inert.  With his personal disappearance, the last three days of her life with him seemed to be swallowed up, also his image, in her mind’s eye, waned curiously, receded far away, grew stranger and stranger, less and less real.  Their meeting and marriage had been so sudden, unpremeditated, adventurous, that she could hardly believe that she had played her part in such a reckless drama.  Of all the few hours of her life with Charles, the portion that most insisted in coming back to memory was their fortuitous encounter on the previous Saturday, and those bitter reprimands with which he had begun the attack, as it might be called, which had piqued her to an unexpected consummation.