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CHAPTER XIV。
GETTING READY FOR SEA。
Maurice Frere's passion had spent itself in that last act of violence。 He did not return to the prison; as he promised himself; but turned into the road that led to the Cascades。 He repented him of his suspicions。 There was nothing strange in the presence of the chaplain。 Sylvia had always liked the man; and an apology for his conduct had doubtless removed her anger。 To make a mountain out of a molehill was the act of an idiot。 It was natural that she should release Daweswomen were so tender…hearted。 A few well…chosen; calmly…uttered platitudes anent the necessity for the treatment that; to those unaccustomed to the desperate wickedness of convicts; must appear harsh; would have served his turn far better than bluster and abuse。 Moreover; North was to sail in the Lady Franklin; and might put in execution his threats of official complaint; unless he was carefully dealt with。 To put Dawes again to the torture would be to show to Troke and his friends that the 〃Commandant's wife〃 had acted without the 〃Commandant's authority〃; and that must not be shown。 He would now return and patch up a peace。 His wife would sail in the same vessel with North; and he would in a few days be left alone on the island to pursue his 〃discipline〃 unchecked。 With this intent he returned to the prison; and gravely informed poor Troke that he was astonished at his barbarity。 〃Mrs。 Frere; who most luckily had appointed to meet me this evening at the prison; tells me that the poor devil Dawes had been on the stretcher since seven o'clock this morning。〃
〃You ordered it fust thing; yer honour;〃 said Troke。
〃Yes; you fool; but I didn't order you to keep the man there for nine hours; did I? Why; you scoundrel; you might have killed him!〃 Troke scratched his head in bewilderment。 〃Take his irons off; and put him in a separate cell in the old gaol。 If a man is a murderer; that is no reason you should take the law into your own hands; is it? You'd better take care; Mr。 Troke。〃 On the way back he met the chaplain; who; seeing him; made for a by…path in curious haste。 〃Halloo!〃 roared Frere。 〃Hi! Mr。 North!〃 Mr。 North paused; and the Commandant made at him abruptly。 〃Look here; sir; I was rude to you just nowdevilish rude。 Most ungentlemanly of me。 I must apologize。〃 North bowed; without speaking; and tried to pass。
〃You must excuse my violence;〃 Frere went on。 〃I'm bad…tempered; and I didn't like my wife interfering。 Women; don't you know; don't see these things don't understand these scoundrels。〃 North again bowed。 〃Why; dn it; how savage you look! Quite ghastly; bigod! I must have said most outrageous things。 Forget and forgive; you know。 Come home and have some dinner。〃
〃I cannot enter your house again; sir;〃 said North; in tones more agitated than the occasion would seem to warrant。
Frere shrugged his great shoulders with a clumsy affectation of good humour; and held out his hand。 〃Well; shake hands; parson。 You'll have to take care of Mrs。 Frere on the voyage; and we may as well make up our differences before you start。 Shake hands。〃
〃Let me pass; sir!〃 cried North; with heightened colour; and ignoring the proffered hand; strode savagely on。
〃You've a dd fine temper for a parson;〃 said Frere to himself。 〃However; if you won't; you won't。 Hang me if I'll ask you again。〃 Nor; when he reached home; did he fare better in his efforts at reconciliation with his wife。 Sylvia met him with the icy front of a woman whose pride has been wounded too deeply for tears。
〃Say no more about it;〃 she said。 〃I am going to my father。 If you want to explain your conduct; explain it to him。〃
〃Come; Sylvia;〃 he urged; 〃I was a brute; I know。 Forgive me。〃
〃It is useless to ask me;〃 she said; 〃I cannot。 I have forgiven you so much during the last seven years。〃
He attempted to embrace her; but she withdrew herself loathingly from his arms。 He swore a great oath at her; and; too obstinate to argue farther; sulked。 Blunt; coming in about some ship matters; the pair drank rum。 Sylvia went to her room and occupied herself with some minor details of clothes…packing (it is wonderful how women find relief from thoughts in household care); while North; poor fool; seeing from his window the light in hers; sat staring at it; alternately cursing and praying。 In the meantime; the unconscious cause of all of thisRufus Dawessat in his new cell; wondering at the chance which had procured him comfort; and blessing the fair hands that had brought it to him。 He doubted not but that Sylvia had interceded with his tormentor; and by gentle pleading brought him ease。 〃God bless her;〃 he murmured。 〃I have wronged her all these years。 She did not know that I suffered。〃 He waited anxiously for North to visit him; that he might have his belief confirmed。 〃I will get him to thank her for me;〃 he thought。 But North did not come for two whole days。 No one came but his gaolers; and; gazing from his prison window upon the sea that almost washed its walls; he saw the schooner at anchor; mocking him with a liberty he could not achieve。 On the third day; however; North came。 His manner was constrained and abrupt。 His eyes wandered uneasily; and he seemed burdened with thoughts which he dared not utter。
〃I want you to thank her for me; Mr。 North;〃 said Dawes。
〃Thank whom?〃
〃Mrs。 Frere。〃
The unhappy priest shuddered at hearing the name。
〃I do not think you owe any thanks to her。 Your irons were removed by the Commandant's order。〃
〃But by her persuasion。 I feel sure of it。 Ah; I was wrong to think she had forgotten me。 Ask her for her forgiveness。〃
〃Forgiveness!〃 said North; recalling the scene in the prison。 〃What have you done to need her forgiveness?〃
〃I doubted her;〃 said Rufus Dawes。 〃I thought her ungrateful and treacherous。 I thought she delivered me again into the bondage from whence I had escaped。 I thought she had betrayed mebetrayed me to the villain whose base life I saved for her sweet sake。〃
〃What do you mean?〃 asked North。 〃You never spoke to me of this。〃
〃No; I had vowed to bury the knowledge of it in my own breastit was too bitter to speak。〃
〃Saved his life!〃
〃Ay; and hers! I made the boat that carried her to freedom。 I held her in my arms; and took the bread from my own lips to feed her!〃
〃She cannot know this;〃 said North in an undertone。
〃She has forgotten it; perhaps; for she was but a child。 But you will remind her; will you not? You will do me justice in her eyes before I die? You will get her forgiveness for me?〃
North could not explain why such an interview as the convict desired was impossible; and so he promised。
〃She is going away in the schooner;〃 said he; concealing the fact of his own departure。 〃I will see her before she goes; and tell her。〃
〃God bless you; sir;〃 said poor Dawes。 〃Now pray with me〃; and the wretched priest mechanically repeated one of the formulae his Church prescribes。
The next day he told his penitent that Mrs。 Frere had forgiven him。 This was a lie。 He had not seen her; but what should a lie be to him now? Lies were needful in the tortuous path he had undertaken to tread。 Yet the deceit he was forced to practise cost him many a pang。 He had succumbed to his passion; and to win the love for which he yearned had voluntarily abandoned truth and honour; but standing thus alone with his sin; he despised and hated himself。 To deaden remorse and drown reflection; he had recourse to brandy; and though the fierce excitement of his hopes and fears steeled him against the stupefying action of the liquor; he was rendered by it incapable of calm reflection。 In certain nervous conditions our mere physical powers are proof against the action of alcohol; and though ten times more drunk than the toper; who; incoherently stammering; reels into the gutter; we can walk erect and talk with fluency。 Indeed; in this artificial exaltation of the sensibilities; men often display a brilliant wit; and an acuteness of comprehension; calculated to delight their friends; and terrify their physicians。 North had reached this condition of brain…drunkenness。 In plain terms; he was trembling on the verge of