Just after this report had gone about,Joanna dressed herself for a walk one morning,and started for Emily's house in the little cross-street.Intelligence of the deep sorrow of her friend on account of the loss of Shadrach had reached her ears also,and her conscience reproached her for winning him away.
Joanna was not altogether satisfied with the sailor.She liked his attentions,and she coveted the dignity of matrimony;but she had never been deeply in love with Jolliffe.For one thing,she was ambitious,and socially his position was hardly so good as her own,and there was always the chance of an attractive woman mating considerably above her.It had long been in her mind that she would not strongly object to give him back again to Emily if her friend felt so very badly about him.To this end she had written a letter of renunciation to Shadrach,which letter she carried in her hand,intending to send it if personal observation of Emily convinced her that her friend was suffering.
Joanna entered Sloop Lane and stepped down into the stationery-shop,which was below the pavement level.Emily's father was never at home at this hour of the day,and it seemed as though Emily were not at home either,for the visitor could make nobody hear.Customers came so seldom hither that a five minutes'absence of the proprietor counted for little.Joanna waited in the little shop,where Emily had tastefully set out--as women can--articles in themselves of slight value,so as to obscure the meagreness of the stock-in-trade;till she saw a figure pausing without the window apparently absorbed in the contemplation of the sixpenny books,packets of paper,and prints hung on a string.It was Captain Shadrach Jolliffe,peering in to ascertain if Emily were there alone.Moved by an impulse of reluctance to meet him in a spot which breathed of Emily,Joanna slipped through the door that communicated with the parlour at the back.She had frequently done so before,for in her friendship with Emily she had the freedom of the house without ceremony.
Jolliffe entered the shop.Through the thin blind which screened the glass partition she could see that he was disappointed at not finding Emily there.He was about to go out again,when Emily's form darkened the doorway,hastening home from some errand.At sight of Jolliffe she started back as if she would have gone out again.
'Don't run away,Emily;don't!'said he.'What can make ye afraid?'
'I'm not afraid,Captain Jolliffe.Only--only I saw you all of a sudden,and--it made me jump!'Her voice showed that her heart had jumped even more than the rest of her.
'I just called as I was passing,'he said.
'For some paper?'She hastened behind the counter.
'No,no,Emily;why do ye get behind there?Why not stay by me?You seem to hate me.'
'I don't hate you.How can I?'
'Then come out,so that we can talk like Christians.'
Emily obeyed with a fitful laugh,till she stood again beside him in the open part of the shop.
'There's a dear,'he said.
'You mustn't say that,Captain Jolliffe;because the words belong to somebody else.'
'Ah!I know what you mean.But,Emily,upon my life I didn't know till this morning that you cared one bit about me,or I should not have done as I have done.I have the best of feelings for Joanna,but I know that from the beginning she hasn't cared for me more than in a friendly way;and I see now the one I ought to have asked to be my wife.You know,Emily,when a man comes home from sea after a long voyage he's as blind as a bat--he can't see who's who in women.
They are all alike to him,beautiful creatures,and he takes the first that comes easy,without thinking if she loves him,or if he might not soon love another better than her.From the first Iinclined to you most,but you were so backward and shy that I thought you didn't want me to bother 'ee,and so I went to Joanna.'
'Don't say any more,Mr.Jolliffe,don't!'said she,choking.'You are going to marry Joanna next month,and it is wrong to--to--'
'O,Emily,my darling!'he cried,and clasped her little figure in his arms before she was aware.
Joanna,behind the curtain,turned pale,tried to withdraw her eyes,but could not.
'It is only you I love as a man ought to love the woman he is going to marry;and I know this from what Joanna has said,that she will willingly let me off!She wants to marry higher I know,and only said "Yes"to me out of kindness.A fine,tall girl like her isn't the sort for a plain sailor's wife:you be the best suited for that.'
He kissed her and kissed her again,her flexible form quivering in the agitation of his embrace.
'I wonder--are you sure--Joanna is going to break off with you?O,are you sure?Because--'
'I know she would not wish to make us miserable.She will release me.'
'O,I hope--I hope she will!Don't stay any longer,Captain Jolliffe!'
He lingered,however,till a customer came for a penny stick of sealing-wax,and then he withdrew.
Green envy had overspread Joanna at the scene.She looked about for a way of escape.To get out without Emily's knowledge of her visit was indispensable.She crept from the parlour into the passage,and thence to the front door of the house,where she let herself noiselessly into the street.
The sight of that caress had reversed all her resolutions.She could not let Shadrach go.Reaching home she burnt the letter,and told her mother that if Captain Jolliffe called she was too unwell to see him.
Shadrach,however,did not call.He sent her a note expressing in simple language the state of his feelings;and asked to be allowed to take advantage of the hints she had given him that her affection,too,was little more than friendly,by cancelling the engagement.
Looking out upon the harbour and the island beyond he waited and waited in his lodgings for an answer that did not come.The suspense grew to be so intolerable that after dark he went up the High Street.
He could not resist calling at Joanna's to learn his fate.
