The immediate result was that he fell in love with it, and, following the natural laws attached to that vehement passion, he hugged it to his bosom, became blind to everything else, and gave himself entirely up to it with a self-denying devotion that robbed him of much of his natural rest, of nearly all his graces, and most of his happinessleaving him with no hope in this world, save that of increasing his stores of money, and with no hope for the world to come at all.
The abode of Mr Websters soul was a dingy little office with dirty little windows, a miserable little fireplace, and filthy little chairs and tablesall which were quite in keeping with the little occupant of the place. The abode of his body was a palatial residence in the suburbs of the city. Although Mr Websters soul was little, his body was largemuch too large indeed for the jewel which it enshrined, and which was so terribly knocked about inside its large casket that its usual position was awry, and it never managed to become upright by any chance whatever.
To the former abode Mr Webster went, body and soul, one dark November morning. Having seated himself before his desk, he threw himself back in his chair and began to open his lettersgazing with a placid smile, as he did so, at the portrait of his deceased wifes fathera very wealthy old gentlemanwhich hung over the fireplace.
We omitted to mention, by the way, that Mr Webster had once been married. This trifling little event of his life occurred when he was about forty-eight years of age, and was a mercantile transaction of an extremely successful kind, inasmuch as it had brought him, after deducting lawyers fees, stamps, duties, lost time in courtship, wedding-tour expenses, doctors fees, deathbed expenses, etcetera, a clear profit of sixty thousand pounds. To be sure there were also the additional expenses of four years of married life, and the permanent board, lodging, and education of a little daughter; but, all things considered, these were scarcely worth speaking of; and in regard to the daughterAnnie by nameshe would in time become a marketable commodity, which might, if judiciously disposed of, turn in a considerable profit, besides being, before she was sold, a useful machine for sewing on buttons, making tea, reading the papers aloud, fetching hats and sticks and slippers, etcetera. There had, however, been a slight drawbacka sort of temporary losson this concern at first, for the piece of goods became damaged, owing to her mothers death having weighed heavily on a sensitive and loving spirit, which found no comfort or sympathy at home, save in the devoted affection of an old nurse named Niven. When Annie reached the age of six years, the doctors ordered change of air, and recommended a voyage to the West Indies. Their advice was followed. Nothing was easier. Mr Webster had many ships on the sea. These were of two classes. The first class consisted of good, new, well found and manned ships, with valuable cargoes on board which were anxiously watched and longed for; the second class comprised those which were old, worn-out, and unseaworthy, and which, being insured beyond their value, might go to the bottom when they pleased.
One of the best of the first class was selectedthe Water Lily, A1 on Lloydsand in it Annie, with her nurse, was sent to sea for the benefit of her health. The parting was a somewhat important event in Mr Websters life, for it convinced him, to his own surprise, that his power to love a human being was not yet utterly gone! Annies arms clasped convulsively round his neck at the moment of partingher sobbing Good-bye, darling papa, had stirred depths which had lain unmoved almost from the days of early manhood. But the memory of this passed away as soon as he turned again to gaze upon the loved countenance of his yellow mistress.
The voyage did Annie much good. The short residence in Demerara, while the vessel was discharging cargo and reloading, wrought wonders, and a letter, forwarded by a ship that sailed a short time after their arrival in foreign parts, told Mr Webster that he might expect to see his daughter home again, sound and well, in a month or two at the farthest.
But, to return from this digression to the abode of Mr Websters soul:
Having looked at the portrait of his late wifes father for a moment and smiled, he glanced at the letter in his hand and frowned. Not because he was displeased, but because the writing was cramped and difficult to read. However, the merchant was accustomed to receive such letters from seafaring men on many subjects of interest; he therefore broke the seal and set himself patiently to decipher it. Immediately his countenance became ghastly pale, then it flushed up and became pale again, while he coughed and gasped once or twice, and started up and sat down abruptly. In fact Mr Webster exhibited all the signs of having received a severe shock, and an eye-witness might have safely concluded that he had just read the news of some great mercantile loss. So it was in one sensebut that was not the ordinary sense.
The letter in question was in the handwriting of a fussy officious bumble friend of the wealthy man, who dwelt in the town of Covelly. It ran as follows:
My dear Sir,I write in great haste, and in much perturbation, having just heard from my servant of the wreck of your ship, the Water Lily, in Covelly Bay. She does not seem to be quite sure, however, of the name, and says that the only man who has been rescued is scarcely able to speak, so that I do sincerely hope my domestic, who is a stupid old woman, may turn out to be mistaken. I am on the point of hasting down to the shore to ascertain the truth for myself, but am obliged to write to you this brief and unsatisfactory account of what I have heard, in order to save the post, which is just being closed. You shall hear from me again, of course, by the next mail.I remain, my dear sir, in much anxiety, your most obedient humble servant,
Joseph Dowler.
It chanced that at the moment the above letter was handed to the postmaster, and while the wax was being melted before the final sealing of the post-bag, a sailor lad, drenched to the skin and panting vehemently, dashed into the office.
Stop! stop! he cried, a letterabout the wreckthe Water Lilyto the ownersnot too late, I hope?
No, no, just in time. Here, in with it. There, all right. Now, Jim, off with ee.
The postman jumped on his vehicle, the whip cracked, and in another minute the Royal Mail was gone. Thus it came to pass that two epistles reached Mr Webster that morning from Covelly. But in the extreme agitation of his spirit, he did not observe the other letter which lay among the usual morning mass that still awaited examination. After reading the letter twice, and turning it over with trembling hands, as if he wished there were more in it, he pronounced a deep malediction on his humble friend, and rang the bell for his confidential clerk, who was an unusually meek, mild, and middle-aged little man, with a bald head, a deprecatory expression of countenance, and a pen behind his ear.
Mr Grinder, said Mr Webster, putting strong constraint on himself, and pretending to be quite composed, a letter from Covelly informs me that it is feared the Water Lily has been wrecked in
The Water Lily, sir! exclaimed Grinder, starting as if he had received an electric shock.
I spoke audibly, did I not? said Mr Webster, turning with a sharp look on his confidential clerk.
Yees, sir, but, IMiss An The poor man could get no further, being of a timid, nervous temperament, and Mr Webster, paying no attention to his remark, was going on to say that he intended to go by the mail to Covelly without delay to ascertain the truth for himself, when he was interrupted by the confidential clerk who exclaimed in a burst of agitation
The Water Lily, sir! exclaimed Grinder, starting as if he had received an electric shock.
I spoke audibly, did I not? said Mr Webster, turning with a sharp look on his confidential clerk.
Yees, sir, but, IMiss An The poor man could get no further, being of a timid, nervous temperament, and Mr Webster, paying no attention to his remark, was going on to say that he intended to go by the mail to Covelly without delay to ascertain the truth for himself, when he was interrupted by the confidential clerk who exclaimed in a burst of agitation
There were two letters, sir, from Covelly this morningdid you read
He stopped, for already his employer had sought for, found, and torn open the second epistle, which was written in a fair, legible hand. It ran thus:
Sir,My father, Captain Boyns, directs me to inform you that your daughter, Miss Annie, has been saved from the wreck of your brig, the Water Lily, which ran aground here this afternoon, and has become a total wreck. Your daughters nurse and the crew have also been rescued by our new lifeboat, which is a noble craft, and, with Gods blessing, will yet do good service on this coast. I have pleasure in adding, from myself, that it was my father who rescued your child. She fell into the sea when being passed from the wreck into the boat, and sank, but my father dived and brought her up in safety.
Much of the brigs cargo has been lost, I regret to say, but a good deal of it has been washed ashore and saved in a damaged state. The captain says that defective compasses were the cause of the disaster. There is not time to give you a more particular account, as it is close upon post-time. Miss Annie sends you her kindest love, and bids me say she is none the worse of what she has passed through.I am, sir, your obedient servant,
Harry Boyns.
Thank God! exclaimed Mr Webster fervently. Why, what are you staring at, Mr Grinder? he added, on observing that his confidential servant was gazing at him with an expression of considerable surprise.
Excuse me, sir, stammered the unfortunate man, IIin factyou have so often told me that you did not believe in God that I fanciedIwondered
Really, Mr Grinder, I must beg of you to confine your remarks in future entirely to matters of business. The so-called religious observations which you sometimes venture to make in my presence are extremely distasteful, I assure you. In explanation of what I said, however, I may tell you that this letter informs me of my daughters safety, and I merely used the expression of satisfaction that is usual on such occasions. The phrase, as it is generally understood (except by weak men), commits me to nothing more. But enough of this. I find that the Water Lily has indeed been lost. It was fully insured, I believe?
Yes, sir, it was.
Very well; report the matter without delay. I will go to Covelly to-night, and shall probably be back to-morrow.
Saying this, Mr Webster left the office, and, on the evening of that day, found himself seated in Captain Boynss parlour, with little Annie on his knee. Her pretty head was on his shoulder, her fair curls straggled over his chest, and her round little arms tightly encircled his large body as far as they could reach, while she sobbed on his bosom and kissed him by turns.
This was quite a new experience in the life of the gold-lover. He had declined to submit to familiar caresses in former years, but on such an occasion as the present, he felt that common propriety demanded the sacrifice of himself to some extent. He therefore allowed Annie to kiss him, and found the operationperformed as she did itmuch more bearable than he had anticipated; and when Annie exclaimed with a burst of enthusiasm, Oh, dear, dear papa, I did feel such a dreadful longing for you when the waves were roaring round us! and gave him another squeeze, he felt that the market price of the bundle of goods on his knee was rising rapidly.
Did you think you were going to be drowned, dear? said Mr Webster with the air of a man who does not know very well what to say.
Im not sure what I thought, replied Annie smiling through her tears. Oh, I was so frightened! You cant think, papa, how very dreadful it is to see the water boiling all round, and sometimes over you; and such awful thumping of the ship, and then the masts breaking; but what I feared most was to see the faces of the sailors, they were so white, and they looked as if they were afraid. Are men ever afraid, papa?
Sometimes, Annie; but a white face is not always the sign of fearthat may be caused by anxiety. Did any of them refuse to obey orders?
No; they were very obedient.
Did any of them get into the lifeboat before you and nurse!
Oh, no; they all refused to move till we were put into it, and some of them ran to help us, and were very very kind?
Then you may be quite sure they were not afraid, however pale their faces were; but what of yourself, Anniewere you afraid?
Oh, dreadfully, and so was poor nurse; but once or twice I thought of the text thatthatyou know who was so fond of,Call upon me in the time of trouble and I will deliver thee, so I prayed and felt a little better. Then the lifeboat came, and, oh! how my heart did jump, for it seemed just like an answer to my prayer. I never felt any more fear after that, except when I fell into the sea; but even then I was not so frightened as I had been, for I felt somehow that I was sure to be saved, and I was right, you see, for dear Captain Boyns dived for me. I love Captain Boyns! cried Annie, and here again she kissed her father and held him so tight that he felt quite angry with Mrs Niven, who entered at the moment, and said, apologetically
Oh! la, sir, I didnt know as Miss Annie was with you. I only came to say that everythink is ready, sir, for going ome.
We dont intend to go home, said Mr Webster; at least not for a day or two. I find that Captain Boyns can let us stay here while I look after the wreck, so you can go and arrange with Mrs Boyns.
During the few days that Mr Webster remained at Coral Cottage (Captain Boynss residence), Mrs Niven found, in the quiet, sympathetic Mrs Boyns, if not a congenial friend, at least a kind and sociable hostess, and Annie found, in Harry Boyns, a delightful companion, who never wearied of taking her to the cliffs, the shore, and all the romantic places of the neighbourhood, while Mr Webster found the captain to be most serviceable in connection with the wreck. One result of all this was that Mr Webster offered Captain Boyns the command of one of his largest vessels, an offer which was gladly accepted, for the captain had, at that time, been thrown out of employment by the failure of a firm, in the service of which he had spent the greater part of his nautical career.
Another result was, that Mr Webster, at Annies earnest solicitation, agreed to make Covelly his summer quarters next year, instead of Ramsgate, and Mrs Boyns agreed to lodge the family in Coral Cottage.
This having been all settled, Mr Webster asked Captain Boyns, on the morning of his departure for Liverpool, if he could do anything more for him, for he felt that to him his daughter owed her life, and he was anxious to serve him.
If you could give my son Harry something to do, sir, said Boyns, you would oblige me very much. Harry is a smart fellow and a good seaman. He has been a short time in the coasting trade; perhaps