manfully, at the full outstretch of their arms, in
a way so like them, to Rosamund’s thinking—that
is, in a way so unlike any other possible couple of
men so situated—that the humour of the
sight eclipsed all the pleasantries of Captain Baskelett.
‘Good-bye, sir,’ Nevil said heartily;
and Everard Romfrey was not behind-hand with the cordial
ring of his ’Good-bye, Nevil’; and upon
that they separated. Rosamund would have been
willing to speak to her beloved of his false Renee—the
Frenchwoman, she termed her,
i.e. generically
false, needless to name; and one question quivered
on her tongue’s tip: ’How, when she
had promised to fly with you, how could she the very
next day step to the altar with him now her husband?’
And, if she had spoken it, she would have added, ’Your
uncle could not have set his face against you, had
you brought her to England.’ She felt
strongly the mastery Nevil Beauchamp could exercise
even over his uncle Everard. But when he was
gone, unquestioned, merely caressed, it came to her
mind that he had all through insisted on his possession
of this particular power, and she accused herself
of having wantonly helped to ruin his hope—a
matter to be rejoiced at in the abstract; but what
suffering she had inflicted on him! To quiet
her heart, she persuaded herself that for the future
she would never fail to believe in him and second
him blindly, as true love should; and contemplating
one so brave, far-sighted, and self-assured, her determination
seemed to impose the lightest of tasks.
Practically humane though he was, and especially toward
cattle and all kinds of beasts, Mr. Romfrey entertained
no profound fellow-feeling for the negro, and, except
as the representative of a certain amount of working
power commonly requiring the whip to wind it up, he
inclined to despise that black spot in the creation,
with which our civilization should never have had
anything to do. So he pronounced his mind, and
the long habit of listening to oracles might grow
us ears to hear and discover a meaning in it.
Nevil’s captures and releases of the grinning
freights amused him for awhile. He compared them
to strings of bananas, and presently put the vision
of the whole business aside by talking of Nevil’s
banana-wreath. He desired to have Nevil out of
it. He and Cecil handed Nevil in his banana-wreath
about to their friends. Nevil, in his banana-wreath,
was set preaching ‘humanitomtity.’
At any rate, they contrived to keep the remembrance
of Nevil Beauchamp alive during the period of his
disappearance from the world, and in so doing they
did him a service.