“I am sorry that I have not the ability to make myself better
understood. It can only be the fault of my dullness; for I again affirm
that the danger is as apparent to my eyes as the sun at noon day.”
“Then we must continue blind, sir,” returned Mrs Wyllys, with a cold
salute. “I thank you for your good and kind intentions, but you cannot
blame us for not consenting to follow advice which is buried in so much
obscurity. Although in our own grounds, we shall be pardoned the
rudeness of leaving you. The hour appointed for our departure has now
arrived.”
Wilder returned the grave bow of Mrs Wyllys with one quite as formal as
her own; though he bent with greater grace, and with more cordiality,
to the deep but hurried curtesy of Gertrude Grayson. He remained in the
precise spot, however, in which they left him, until he saw them enter
the villa; and he even fancied he could catch the anxious expression of
another timid glance which the latter threw in his direction, as her
light form appeared to float from before his sight. Placing one hand on
the wall, the young sailor then leaped into the highway. As his feet
struck the ground, the slight shock seemed to awake him from his
abstraction, and he became conscious that he stood within six feet of
the old mariner, who had now twice stepped so rudely between him and
the object he had so much at heart, The latter did not allow him time
to give utterance to his disappointment; for he was the first himself
to speak.
“Come, brother,” he said, in friendly, confidential tones, and shaking
his head, like one who wished to show to his companion that he was
aware of the deception he had attempted to practise; “come, brother,
you have stood far enough on this tack, and it is time to try another.
Ay, I’ve been young myself in my time, and I know what a hard matter it
is to give the devil a wide birth, when there is fun to be found in
sailing in his company: But old age brings us to our reckonings; and,
when the life is getting on short allowance with a poor fellow, he
begins to think of being sparing of his tricks, just as water is saved
in a ship, when the calms set in, after it has been spilt about decks
like rain, for weeks and months on end. Thought comes with gray hairs,
and no one is the worse for providing a little of it among his other
small stores.”
“I had hoped, when I gave you the bottom of the hill, and took the top
myself,” returned Wilder, without even deigning to look at his
disagreeable companion, “that we had parted company for ever. As you
seem, however, to prefer the high ground, I leave you to enjoy it at
your leisure; I shall descend into the town.”
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