"Yes!And Mr.Tregarthen is a Cornishman,and--to be sure!--comes from Lanrean.""Does he?"said the captain quietly."As I ain't acquainted with him,who may he be?""Mr.Tregarthen is Kitty's father."
"Ay,ay!"cried the captain."Now you speak!Tregarthen knows this village of Lanrean,then?""Beyond all doubt he does.I have often heard him mention it,as being his native place.He knows it well.""Stop half a moment,"said the captain."We want a name here.You could ask Tregarthen (or if you couldn't I could)what names of old men he remembers in his time in those diggings?Hey?""I can go straight to his cottage,and ask him now.""Take me with you,"said the captain,rising in a solid way that had a most comfortable reliability in it,"and just a word more first.
I have knocked about harder than you,and have got along further than you.I have had,all my sea-going life long,to keep my wits polished bright with acid and friction,like the brass cases of the ship's instruments.I'll keep you company on this expedition.Now you don't live by talking any more than I do.Clench that hand of yours in this hand of mine,and that's a speech on both sides."Captain Jorgan took command of the expedition with that hearty shake.He at once refolded the paper exactly as before,replaced it in the bottle,put the stopper in,put the oilskin over the stopper,confided the whole to Young Raybrock's keeping,and led the way down-stairs.
But it was harder navigation below-stairs than above.The instant they set foot in the parlour the quick,womanly eye detected that there was something wrong.Kitty exclaimed,frightened,as she ran to her lover's side,"Alfred!What's the matter?"Mrs.Raybrock cried out to the captain,"Gracious!what have you done to my son to change him like this all in a minute?"And the young widow--who was there with her work upon her arm--was at first so agitated that she frightened the little girl she held in her hand,who hid her face in her mother's skirts and screamed.The captain,conscious of being held responsible for this domestic change,contemplated it with quite a guilty expression of countenance,and looked to the young fisherman to come to his rescue.
"Kitty,darling,"said Young Raybrock,"Kitty,dearest love,I must go away to Lanrean,and I don't know where else or how much further,this very day.Worse than that--our marriage,Kitty,must be put off,and I don't know for how long."Kitty stared at him,in doubt and wonder and in anger,and pushed him from her with her hand.
"Put off?"cried Mrs.Raybrock."The marriage put off?And you going to Lanrean!Why,in the name of the dear Lord?""Mother dear,I can't say why;I must not say why.It would be dishonourable and undutiful to say why.""Dishonourable and undutiful?"returned the dame."And is there nothing dishonourable or undutiful in the boy's breaking the heart of his own plighted love,and his mother's heart too,for the sake of the dark secrets and counsels of a wicked stranger?Why did you ever come here?"she apostrophised the innocent captain."Who wanted you?Where did you come from?Why couldn't you rest in your own bad place,wherever it is,instead of disturbing the peace of quiet unoffending folk like us?""And what,"sobbed the poor little Kitty,"have I ever done to you,you hard and cruel captain,that you should come and serve me so?"And then they both began to weep most pitifully,while the captain could only look from the one to the other,and lay hold of himself by the coat collar.
"Margaret,"said the poor young fisherman,on his knees at Kitty's feet,while Kitty kept both her hands before her tearful face,to shut out the traitor from her view,--but kept her fingers wide asunder and looked at him all the time,--"Margaret,you have suffered so much,so uncomplainingly,and are always so careful and considerate!Do take my part,for poor Hugh's sake!"The quiet Margaret was not appealed to in vain."I will,Alfred,"she returned,"and I do.I wish this gentleman had never come near us;"whereupon the captain laid hold of himself the tighter;"but Itake your part for all that.I am sure you have some strong reason and some sufficient reason for what you do,strange as it is,and even for not saying why you do it,strange as that is.And,Kitty darling,you are bound to think so more than any one,for true love believes everything,and bears everything,and trusts everything.
And,mother dear,you are bound to think so too,for you know you have been blest with good sons,whose word was always as good as their oath,and who were brought up in as true a sense of honour as any gentleman in this land.And I am sure you have no more call,mother,to doubt your living son than to doubt your dead son;and for the sake of the dear dead,I stand up for the dear living.""Wa'al now,"the captain struck in,with enthusiasm,"this I say,That whether your opinions flatter me or not,you are a young woman of sense,and spirit,and feeling;and I'd sooner have you by my side in the hour of danger,than a good half of the men I've ever fallen in with--or fallen out with,ayther."Margaret did not return the captain's compliment,or appear fully to reciprocate his good opinion,but she applied herself to the consolation of Kitty,and of Kitty's mother-in-law that was to have been next Monday week,and soon restored the parlour to a quiet condition.
"Kitty,my darling,"said the young fisherman,"I must go to your father to entreat him still to trust me in spite of this wretched change and mystery,and to ask him for some directions concerning Lanrean.Will you come home?Will you come with me,Kitty?"Kitty answered not a word,but rose sobbing,with the end of her simple head-dress at her eyes.Captain Jorgan followed the lovers out,quite sheepishly,pausing in the shop to give an instruction to Mr.Pettifer.
