"You need not be modest about entering it now, sir," whispered he, with a sort of sneer."There has been no frail flesh and blood in it for many a day."Amyas sighed.
"I sweep it out myself every morning, and keep all tidy.See here!" and he pulled open a drawer."Here are all her gowns, and there are her hoods; and there--I know 'em all by heart now, and the place of every one.And there, sir--"And he opened a cupboard, where lay in rows all Rose's dolls, and the worn-out playthings of her childhood.
"That's the pleasantest place of all in the room to me," said he, whispering still, "for it minds me of when--and maybe, she may become a little child once more, sir; it's written in the Scripture, you know--""Amen!" said Amyas, who felt, to his own wonder, a big tear stealing down each cheek.
"And now," he whispered, "one thing more.Look here!"--and pulling out a key, he unlocked a chest, and lifted up tray after tray of necklaces and jewels, furs, lawns, cloth of gold."Look there!
Two thousand pound won't buy that chest.Twenty years have I been getting those things together.That's the cream of many a Levant voyage, and East Indian voyage, and West Indian voyage.My Lady Bath can't match those pearls in her grand house at Tawstock; I got 'em from a Genoese, though, and paid for 'em.Look at that embroidered lawn! There's not such a piece in London; no, nor in Alexandria, I'll warrant; nor short of Calicut, where it came from....Look here again, there's a golden cup! I bought that of one that was out with Pizarro in Peru.And look here, again!"--and the old man gloated over the treasure.
"And whom do you think I kept all these for? These were for her wedding-day--for her wedding-day.For your wedding-day, if you'd been minded, sir! Yes, yours, sir! And yet, I believe, I was so ambitious that I would not have let her marry under an earl, all the while I was pretending to be too proud to throw her at the head of a squire's son.Ah, well! There was my idol, sir.I made her mad, I pampered her up with gewgaws and vanity; and then, because my idol was just what I had made her, I turned again and rent her.
"And now," said he, pointing to the open chest, "that was what Imeant; and that" (pointing to the empty bed) "was what God meant.
Never mind.Come downstairs and finish your wine.I see you don't care about it all.Why should you! you are not her father, and you may thank God you are not.Go, and be merry while you can, young sir!...And yet, all this might have been yours.And--but Idon't suppose you are one to be won by money--but all this may be yours still, and twenty thousand pounds to boot.""I want no money, sir, but what I can earn with my own sword.""Earn my money, then!"
"What on earth do you want of me!"
"To keep your oath," said Salterne, clutching his arm, and looking up into his face with searching eyes.
"My oath! How did you know that I had one?""Ah! you were well ashamed of it, I suppose, next day! A drunken frolic all about a poor merchant's daughter! But there is nothing hidden that shall not be revealed, nor done in the closet that is not proclaimed on the house-tops.""Ashamed of it, sir, I never was: but I have a right to ask how you came to know it?""What if a poor fat squinny rogue, a low-born fellow even as I am, whom you had baffled and made a laughing-stock, had come to me in my loneliness and sworn before God that if you honorable gentlemen would not keep your words, he the clown would?""John Brimblecombe?"
"And what if I had brought him where I have brought you, and shown him what I have shown you, and, instead of standing as stiff as any Spaniard, as you do, he had thrown himself on his knees by that bedside, and wept and prayed, sir, till he opened my hard heart for the first and last time, and I fell down on my sinful knees and wept and prayed by him?""I am not given to weeping, Mr.Salterne," said Amyas; "and as for praying, I don't know yet what I have to pray for, on her account:
my business is to work.Show me what I can do; and when you have done that, it will be full time to upbraid me with not doing it.""You can cut that fellow's throat."
"It will take a long arm to reach him."
"I suppose it is as easy to sail to the Spanish Main as it was to sail round the world.""My good sir," said Amyas, "I have at this moment no more worldly goods than my clothes and my sword, so how to sail to the Spanish Main, I don't quite see.""And do you suppose, sir, that I should hint to you of such a voyage if I meant you to be at the charge of it? No, sir; if you want two thousand pounds, or five, to fit a ship, take it! Take it, sir! I hoarded money for my child: and now I will spend it to avenge her."Amyas was silent for a while; the old man still held his arm, still looked up steadfastly and fiercely in his face.
"Bring me home that man's head, and take ship, prizes--all! Keep the gain, sir, and give me the revenge!""Gain? Do you think I need bribing, sir? What kept me silent was the thought of my mother.I dare not go without her leave."Salterne made a gesture of impatience.
"I dare not, sir; I must obey my parent, whatever else I do.""Humph!" said he."If others had obeyed theirs as well!--But you are right, Captain Leigh, right.You will prosper, whoever else does not.Now, sir, good-night, if you will let me be the first to say so.My old eyes grow heavy early now-a-days.Perhaps it's old age, perhaps it's sorrow."So Amyas departed to the inn, and there, to his great joy, found Cary waiting for him, from whom he learnt details, which must be kept for another chapter, and which I shall tell, for convenience'
sake, in my own words and not in his.
