life were transformed for me. And how much I have seen! How good people
were to me! Roderick was so much liked everywhere. Yes, I have known
kindness and safety. The most familiar things appeared lighted up with a
new light, clothed with a loveliness I had never suspected. The sea
itself! . . . You are a sailor. You have lived your life on it. But do
you know how beautiful it is, how strong, how charming, how friendly, how
mighty . . . "
I listened amazed and touched. She was silent only a little while.
"It was too good to last. But nothing can rob me of it now . . . Don't
think that I repine. I am not even sad now. Yes, I have been happy. But
I remember also the time when I was unhappy beyond endurance, beyond
desperation. Yes. You remember that. And later on, too. There was a
time on board the _Ferndale_ when the only moments of relief I knew were
when I made Mr. Powell talk to me a little on the poop. You like
him?--Don't you?"
"Excellent fellow," I said warmly. "You see him often?"
"Of course. I hardly know another soul in the world. I am alone. And
he has plenty of time on his hands. His aunt died a few years ago. He's
doing nothing, I believe."
"He is fond of the sea," I remarked. "He loves it."
"He seems to have given it up," she murmured.
"I wonder why?"
She remained silent. "Perhaps it is because he loves something else
better," I went on. "Come, Mrs. Anthony, don't let me carry away from
here the idea that you are a selfish person, hugging the memory of your
past happiness, like a rich man his treasure, forgetting the poor at the
gate."
I rose to go, for it was getting late. She got up in some agitation and
went out with me into the fragrant darkness of the garden. She detained
my hand for a moment and then in the very voice of the Flora of old days,
with the exact intonation, showing the old mistrust, the old doubt of
herself, the old scar of the blow received in childhood, pathetic and
funny, she murmured, "Do you think it possible that he should care for
me?"
"Just ask him yourself. You are brave."
"Oh, I am brave enough," she said with a sigh.
"Then do. For if you don't you will be wronging that patient man
cruelly."
I departed leaving her dumb. Next day, seeing Powell making preparations
to go ashore, I asked him to give my regards to Mrs. Anthony. He
promised he would.
"Listen, Powell," I said. "We got to know each other by chance?"
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