Ruth — 24 – The Meeting on the Sands
The Meeting on the Sands "He will take him away from me!
He will take the child from me!"
These words rang like a tolling bell through Ruth's head.
It seemed to her that her doom was certain.
Leonard would be taken from her!
She had a firm conviction--not the less firm because she knew not on what it was based--that a child, whether legitimate or not, belonged of legal right to the father.
And Leonard, of all children, was the prince and monarch.
Every man's heart would long to call Leonard "Child!"
She had been too strongly taxed to have much power left her to reason coolly and dispassionately, just then, even if she had been with any one who could furnish her with information from which to draw correct conclusions.
The one thought haunted her night and day--"He will take my child away from me!"
In her dreams she saw Leonard borne away into some dim land, to which she could not follow.
Sometimes he sat in a swiftly-moving carriage, at his father's side, and smiled on her as he passed by, as if going to promised pleasure.
At another time he was struggling to return to her; stretching out his little arms, and crying to her for the help she could not give.
How she got through the days, she did not know; her body moved about and habitually acted, but her spirit was with her child.
She thought often of writing and warning Mr Benson of Leonard's danger; but then she shrank from recurring to circumstances, all mention of which had ceased years ago; the very recollection of which seemed buried deep for ever.
Besides, she feared occasioning discord or commotion in the quiet circle in which she lived.
Mr Benson's deep anger against her betrayer had been shown too clearly in the old time to allow her to think that he would keep it down without expression now.
He would cease to do anything to forward his election; he would oppose him as much as he could; and Mr Bradshaw would be angry, and a storm would arise, from the bare thought of which Ruth shrank with the cowardliness of a person thoroughly worn out with late contest.
She was bodily wearied with her spiritual buffeting.
One morning, three or four days after their departure, she received a letter from Miss Benson.
She could not open it at first, and put it on one side, clenching her hand over it all the time.
At last she tore it open.
Leonard was safe as yet.
There were a few lines in his great round hand, speaking of events no larger than the loss of a beautiful "alley."
There was a sheet from Miss Benson.
She always wrote letters in the manner of a diary.
"Monday we did so-and-so;
Tuesday, so-and-so, &c." Ruth glanced rapidly down the page.
Yes, here it was!
Sick, fluttering heart, be still!
"In the middle of the damsons, when they were just on the fire, there was a knock at the door.
My brother was out, and Sally was washing up, and I was stirring the preserve with my great apron and bib on;
so I bade Leonard come in from the garden and open the door.
But I would have washed his face first, if I had known who it was!
It was Mr Bradshaw and the Mr Donne that they hope to send up to the House of Commons, as member of Parliament for Eccleston, and another gentleman, whose name I never heard.
They had come canvassing; and when they found my brother was out, they asked Leonard if they could see me.
The child said, 'Yes!
if I could leave the damsons;' and straightway came to call me, leaving them standing in the passage.
I
whipped off my apron, and took Leonard by the hand, for I fancied I should feel less awkward if he was with me; and then I went and asked them all into the study, for I thought I should like them to see how many books Thurstan had got.
Then they began talking politics at me in a very polite manner, only I could not make head or tail of what they meant; and Mr Donne took a deal of notice of Leonard, and called him to him; and I am sure he noticed what a noble, handsome boy he was, though his face was very brown and red, and hot with digging, and his curls all tangled.
Leonard talked back as if he had known him all his life, till, I think, Mr Bradshaw thought he was making too much noise, and bid him remember he ought to be seen, not heard.
So he stood as still and stiff as a soldier, close to Mr Donne; and as I could not help looking at the two, and thinking how handsome they both were in their different ways, I could not tell Thurstan half the messages the gentlemen left for him.
But there was one thing more I must tell you, though I said I would not.
When Mr Donne was talking to Leonard, he took off his watch and chain and put it round the boy's neck, who was pleased enough, you may be sure.
I bade him give it back to the gentleman, when they were all going away; and I was quite surprised, and very uncomfortable, when Mr Donne said he had given it to Leonard, and that he was to keep it for his own.
I could see Mr Bradshaw was annoyed, and he and the other gentleman spoke to Mr Donne, and I heard them say, 'too barefaced;' and I shall never forget Mr Donne's proud, stubborn look back at them, nor his way of saying, 'I allow no one to interfere with what I choose to do with my own.'
And he looked so haughty and displeased, I durst say nothing at the time.
But when I told Thurstan, he was very grieved and angry;
and said he had heard that our party were bribing, but that he never could have thought they would have tried to do it at his house.
Thurstan is very much out of spirits about this election altogether;
and, indeed, it does make sad work up and down the town.
However, he sent back the watch with a letter to Mr Bradshaw; and Leonard was very good about it, so I gave him a taste of the new damson-preserve on his bread for supper."
Although a stranger might have considered this letter wearisome from the multiplicity of the details, Ruth craved greedily after more.
What had Mr Donne said to Leonard?
Had Leonard liked his new acquaintance?
Were they likely to meet again?
After wondering and wondering over these points, Ruth composed herself by the hope that in a day or two she should hear again; and to secure this end, she answered the letters by return of post.
That was on Thursday.
On Friday she had another letter, in a strange hand.
It was from Mr Donne.
No name, no initials were given.
If it had fallen into another person's hands, they could not have recognised the writer, nor guessed to whom it was sent.
It contained simply these words: "For our child's sake, and in his name, I summon you to appoint a place where I can speak, and you can listen, undisturbed.
The time must be on Sunday; the limit of distance may be the circumference of your power of walking.
My words may be commands, but my fond heart entreats.
More I shall not say now, but, remember!
your boy's welfare depends on your acceding to this request.
Address B. D.
, Post-Office, Eccleston."
Ruth did not attempt to answer this letter till the last five minutes before the post went out.
She could not decide until forced to it.
Either way she dreaded.
She was very nearly leaving the letter altogether unanswered.
But suddenly she resolved she would know all, the best, the worst.
No cowardly dread of herself, or of others, should make her neglect aught that came to her in her child's name.
She took up a pen and wrote: "The sands below the rocks, where we met you the other night.
Time, afternoon church."
Sunday came.
"I shall not go to church this afternoon.
You know the way, of course; and I can trust you to go steadily by yourselves."
When they came to kiss her before leaving her, according to their fond wont, they were struck by the coldness of her face and lips.
"Are you not well, dear Mrs Denbigh?
How cold you are!"
"Yes, darling!
I am well;" and tears sprang into her eyes as she looked at their anxious little faces.
"Go now, dears.
Five o'clock will soon be here, and then we will have tea."
"And that will warm you!"
said they, leaving the room.
"And then it will be over," she murmured--"over."
It never came into her head to watch the girls as they disappeared down the lane on their way to church.
She knew them too well to distrust their doing what they were told.
She sat still, her head bowed on her arms for a few minutes, and then rose up and went to put on her walking things.
Some thoughts impelled her to sudden haste.
She crossed the field by the side of the house, ran down the steep and rocky path, and was carried by the impetus of her descent far out on the level sands--but not far enough for her intent.
Without looking to the right hand or to the left, where comers might be seen, she went forwards to the black posts, which, rising above the heaving waters, marked where the fishermen's nets were laid.
She went straight towards this place, and hardly stinted her pace even where the wet sands were glittering with the receding waves.
Once there, she turned round, and in a darting glance, saw that as yet no one was near.
She was perhaps half-a-mile or more from the grey, silvery rocks, which sloped away into brown moorland, interspersed with a field here and there of golden, waving corn.
Behind were purple hills, with sharp, clear outlines, touching the sky.
A little on one side from where she stood, she saw the white cottages and houses which formed the village of Abermouth, scattered up and down, and, on a windy hill, about a mile inland, she saw the little grey church, where even now many were worshipping in peace.
"Pray for me!"
she sighed out, as this object caught her eye.
And now, close under the heathery fields, where they fell softly down and touched the sands, she saw a figure moving in the direction of the great shadow made by the rocks--going towards the very point where the path from Eagle's Crag came down to the shore.
"It is he!"
said she to herself.
And she turned round and looked seaward.
The tide had turned; the waves were slowly receding, as if loath to lose the hold they had, so lately, and with such swift bounds, gained on the yellow sands.
The eternal moan they have made since the world began filled the ear, broken only by the skirl of the grey sea-birds as they alighted in groups on the edge of the waters, or as they rose up with their measured, balancing motion, and the sunlight caught their white breasts.
There was no sign of human life to be seen; no boat, or distant sail, or near shrimper.
The black posts there were all that spoke of men's work or labour.
Beyond a stretch of the waters, a few pale grey hills showed like films; their summits clear, though faint, their bases lost in a vapoury mist.
On the hard, echoing sands, and distinct from the ceaseless murmur of the salt sea waves, came footsteps--nearer--nearer.
Very near they were when Ruth, unwilling to show the fear that rioted in her heart, turned round, and faced Mr Donne.
He came forward, with both hands extended.
"This is kind!
my own Ruth," said he.
Ruth's arms hung down motionless at her sides.
"What!
Ruth, have you no word for me?"
"I have nothing to say," said Ruth.
"Why, you little revengeful creature!
And so I am to explain all before you will even treat me with decent civility."
"I do not want explanations," said Ruth, in a trembling tone.
"We must not speak of the past.
You asked me to come in Leonard's--in my child's name, and to hear what you had to say about him."
"But what I have to say about him relates to you even more.
And how can we talk about him without recurring to the past?
That past, which you try to ignore--I know you cannot do it in your heart--is full of happy recollections to me.
Were you not happy in Wales?"
he said, in his tenderest tone.
But there was no answer; not even one faint sigh, though he listened intently.
"You dare not speak; you dare not answer me.
Your heart will not allow you to prevaricate, and you know you were happy."
Suddenly Ruth's beautiful eyes were raised to him, full of lucid splendour, but grave and serious in their expression; and her cheeks, heretofore so faintly tinged with the tenderest blush, flashed into a ruddy glow.
"I was happy.
I do not deny it.
Whatever comes, I will not blench from the truth.
I have answered you."
"And yet," replied he, secretly exulting in her admission, and not perceiving the inner strength of which she must have been conscious before she would have dared to make it--"and yet, Ruth, we are not to recur to the past!
Why not?
If it was happy at the time, is the recollection of it so miserable to you?"
He tried once more to take her hand, but she quietly stepped back.
"I came to hear what you had to say about my child," said she, beginning to feel very weary.
"_Our_ child, Ruth."
She drew herself up, and her face went very pale.
"What have you to say about him?"
asked she, coldly.
"Much," exclaimed he--"much that may affect his whole life.
But it all depends upon whether you will hear me or not."
"I listen."
"Good Heavens!
Ruth, you will drive me mad.
Oh!
what a changed person you are from the sweet, loving creature you were!
I wish you were not so beautiful."
She did not reply, but he caught a deep, involuntary sigh.
"Will you hear me if I speak, though I may not begin all at once to talk of this boy--a boy of whom any mother--any parent, might be proud?
I could see that, Ruth.
I have seen him; he looked like a prince in that cramped, miserable house, and with no earthly advantages.
It is a shame he should not have every kind of opportunity laid open before him."
There was no sign of maternal ambition on the motionless face, though there might be some little spring in her heart, as it beat quick and strong at the idea of the proposal she imagined he was going to make of taking her boy away to give him the careful education she had often craved for him.
She should refuse it, as she would everything else which seemed to imply that she acknowledged a claim over Leonard; but yet sometimes, for her boy's sake, she had longed for a larger opening--a more extended sphere.
"Ruth!
you acknowledge we were happy once;--there were circumstances which, if I could tell you them all in detail, would show you how in my weak, convalescent state I was almost passive in the hands of others.
Ah, Ruth!
I have not forgotten the tender nurse who soothed me in my delirium.
When I am feverish, I dream that I am again at Llan-dhu, in the little old bed-chamber, and you, in white--which you always wore then, you know--flitting about me."
The tears dropped, large and round, from Ruth's eyes--she could not help it--how could she?
"We were happy then," continued he, gaining confidence from the sight of her melted mood, and recurring once more to the admission which he considered so much in his favour.
"Can such happiness never return?"
Thus he went on, quickly, anxious to lay before her all he had to offer, before she should fully understand his meaning.
"If you would consent, Leonard should be always with you--educated where and how you liked--money to any amount you might choose to name should be secured to you and him--if only, Ruth--if only those happy days might return."
Ruth spoke.
"I said that I was happy, because I had asked God to protect and help me--and I dared not tell a lie.
I was happy.
Oh!
what is happiness or misery that we should talk about them now?"
Mr Donne looked at her, as she uttered these words, to see if she was wandering in her mind, they seemed to him so utterly strange and incoherent.
"I dare not think of happiness--I must not look forward to sorrow.
God did not put me here to consider either of these things."
"My dear Ruth, compose yourself!
There is no hurry in answering the question I asked."
"What was it?"
said Ruth.
"I love you so, I cannot live without you.
I offer you my heart, my life--I offer to place Leonard wherever you would have him placed.
I
have the power and the means to advance him in any path of life you choose.
All who have shown kindness to you shall be rewarded by me, with a gratitude even surpassing your own.
If there is anything else I can do that you can suggest, I will do it."
"Listen to me!"
said Ruth, now that the idea of what he proposed had entered her mind.
"When I said that I was happy with you long ago, I was choked with shame as I said it.
And yet it may be a vain, false excuse that I make for myself.
I was very young; I did not know how such a life was against God's pure and holy will--at least, not as I know it now; and I tell you truth--all the days of my years since I have gone about with a stain on my hidden soul--a stain which made me loathe myself, and envy those who stood spotless and undefiled; which made me shrink from my child--from Mr Benson, from his sister, from the innocent girls whom I teach--nay, even I have cowered away from God Himself; and what I did wrong then, I did blindly to what I should do now if I listened to you."
She was so strongly agitated that she put her hands over her face, and sobbed without restraint.
Then, taking them away, she looked at him with a glowing face, and beautiful, honest, wet eyes, and tried to speak calmly, as she asked if she needed to stay longer (she would have gone away at once but that she thought of Leonard, and wished to hear all that his father might have to say).
He was so struck anew by her beauty, and understood her so little, that he believed that she only required a little more urging to consent to what he wished; for in all she had said there was no trace of the anger and resentment for his desertion of her, which he had expected would be a prominent feature--the greatest obstacle he had to encounter.
The deep sense of penitence she expressed, he mistook for earthly shame; which he imagined he could soon soothe away.
"Yes, I have much more to say.
I have not said half.
I cannot tell you how fondly I will--how fondly I do love you--how my life shall be spent in ministering to your wishes.
Money, I see--I know, you despise--" "Mr Bellingham!
I will not stay to hear you speak to me so again.
I have been sinful, but it is not you who should--" She could not speak, she was so choking with passionate sorrow.
He wanted to calm her, as he saw her shaken with repressed sobs.
He put his hand on her arm.
She shook it off impatiently, and moved away in an instant.
"Ruth!"
said he, nettled by her action of repugnance, "I begin to think you never loved me."
"I!
--I never loved you!
Do you dare to say so?"
Her eyes flamed on him as she spoke.
Her red, round lip curled into beautiful contempt.
"Why do you shrink so from me?"
said he, in his turn getting impatient.
"I did not come here to be spoken to in this way," said she.
"I came, if by any chance I could do Leonard good.
I would submit to many humiliations for his sake--but to no more from you."
"Are not you afraid to brave me so?"
said he.
"Don't you know how much you are in my power?"
She was silent.
She longed to go away, but dreaded lest he should follow her, where she might be less subject to interruption than she was here--near the fisherman's nets, which the receding tide was leaving every moment barer and more bare, and the posts they were fastened to more blackly uprising above the waters.
Mr Donne put his hands on her arms as they hung down before her--her hands tightly clasped together.
"Ask me to let you go," said he.
"I will, if you will ask me."
He looked very fierce and passionate and determined.
The vehemence of his action took Ruth by surprise, and the painful tightness of the grasp almost made her exclaim.
But she was quite still and mute.
"Ask me," said he, giving her a little shake.
She did not speak.
Her eyes, fixed on the distant shore, were slowly filling with tears.
Suddenly a light came through the mist that obscured them, and the shut lips parted.
She saw some distant object that gave her hope.
"It is Stephen Bromley," said she.
"He is coming to his nets.
They say he is a very desperate, violent man, but he will protect me."
"You obstinate, wilful creature!"
said Mr Donne, releasing his grasp.
"You forget that one word of mine could undeceive all these good people at Eccleston; and that if I spoke out ever so little, they would throw you off in an instant.
Now!"
he continued, "do you understand how much you are in my power?"
"Mr and Miss Benson know all--they have not thrown me off," Ruth gasped out.
"Oh!
for Leonard's sake!
you would not be so cruel."
"Then do not you be cruel to him--to me.
Think once more!"
"I think once more;" she spoke solemnly.
"To save Leonard from the shame and agony of knowing my disgrace, I would lie down and die.
Oh!
perhaps it would be best for him--for me, if I might; my death would be a stingless grief--but to go back into sin would be the real cruelty to him.
The errors of my youth may be washed away by my tears--it was so once when the gentle, blessed Christ was upon earth;
but now, if I went into wilful guilt, as you would have me, how could I teach Leonard God's holy will?
I should not mind his knowing my past sin, compared to the awful corruption it would be if he knew me living now, as you would have me, lost to all fear of God--" Her speech was broken by sobs.
"Whatever may be my doom--God is just--I leave myself in His hands.
I will save Leonard from evil.
Evil would it be for him if I lived with you.
I will let him die first!"
She lifted her eyes to heaven, and clasped and wreathed her hands together tight.
Then she said: "You have humbled me enough, sir.
I
shall leave you now."
She turned away resolutely.
The dark, grey fisherman was at hand.
Mr Donne folded his arms, and set his teeth, and looked after her.
"What a stately step she has!
How majestic and graceful all her attitudes were!
She thinks she has baffled me now.
We will try something more, and bid a higher price."
He unfolded his arms, and began to follow her.
He gained upon her, for her beautiful walk was now wavering and unsteady.
The works which had kept her in motion were running down fast.
"Ruth!"
said he, overtaking her.
"You shall hear me once more.
Aye, look round!
Your fisherman is near.
He may hear me, if he chooses--hear your triumph.
I am come to offer to marry you, Ruth;
come what may, I will have you.
Nay--I will make you hear me.
I will hold this hand till you have heard me.
To-morrow I will speak to any one in Eccleston you like--to Mr Bradshaw; Mr ----, the little minister, I mean.
We can make it worth while for him to keep our secret, and no one else need know but what you are really Mrs Denbigh.
Leonard shall still bear this name, but in all things else he shall be treated as my son.
He and you would grace any situation.
I will take care the highest paths are open to him!"
He looked to see the lovely face brighten into sudden joy; on the contrary, the head was still hung down with a heavy droop.
"I cannot," said she; her voice was very faint and low.
"It is sudden for you, my dearest.
But be calm.
It will all be easily managed.
Leave it to me."
"I cannot," repeated she, more distinct and clear, though still very low.
"Why!
