Alone on a Wide Wide Sea, Vol. 2 (of 3)Russell, William Clark
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Alone on a Wide Wide Sea, Vol. 2 (of 3)
Russell, William Clark
English fiction -- 19th century; Sea stories
When the bell rang, we stepped forth. Alice took my arm. Her mother
made a movement as though to support her; they exchanged a look,
and Mrs. Lee passed out alone. Sweet as a blessing from loved lips,
grateful as slumber after hours of pain, was this girl’s sympathy
to me. The pressure of her arm on mine extinguished the sense of
loneliness in my heart. Her companionship supported me. It enabled me
to face the ordeal of that crowded table without shrinking, and I loved
her for guessing that _this_ would be the effect of her taking my arm
and walking with me to our seats.
The chair which the head steward pointed to placed me between the
mother and daughter. As I seated myself, Mrs. Lee whispered in my ear:
‘Alice has fallen in love with you. I am truly thankful. You will
be just such a companion as I would choose for her. But she is very
emotional, and her health--but you can see what her health is. We must
endeavour to protect her against any excitement that is likely to react
upon her.’
I was unable to reply to this speech, owing to Alice on the other side
asking me some question that demanded an instant answer, and when I
had responded, my attention was occupied in bowing and in murmuring
responses to the greetings of the people at the table.
It was a bright and cheerful scene. The long centre table was
handsomely furnished with good things, and the whole surface of it
was as radiant as a prism with the glitter of crystal and decanters
and plate. The ship rolled steadily, and the movement was without
inconvenience. Her canvas supported her. Had she been a steamer she
would have rolled most of the articles off the table, so high was
the sea. Through the skylight glass you saw the swollen white sails
rising into a dingy blue sky, across which large rolls of cloud were
journeying. The captain occupied the head of the table, and when our
eyes met he gave me a low bow, but called no salutation. At the foot of
the table sat the first officer, Mr. Harris. He too gave me a bow--but
it was an odd one. The passengers looked at me, some of them, almost
continuously, yet with a certain furtiveness. But my veil and the
having Alice by my side gave me all needful courage to bear a scrutiny
that otherwise I should have found too distressing for endurance.
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