Chapter Four.
Divers Matters
Charles Hazlit, Esquire, was a merchant and a shipowner, a landed proprietor, a manager of banks, a member of numerous boards and committees, a guardian of the poor, a volunteer colonel, and a good-humoured man on the whole, but purse-proud and pompous. He was also the father of Aileen.
Behold him seated in an elegant drawing-room, in a splendid mansion at the west end (strange that all aristocratic ends would appear to be west ends!) of the seaport town which owned him. His blooming daughter sat beside him at a table, on which lay a small, peculiar, box. He doated on his daughter, and with good reason. Their attention was so exclusively taken up with the peculiar box that they had failed to observe the entrance, unannounced, of a man of rough exterior, who stood at the door, hat in hand, bowing and coughing attractively, but without success.
My darling, said Mr Hazlit, stooping to kiss his childhis only childwho raised her pretty little three-cornered mouth to receive it, this being your twenty-first birthday, I have at last brought myself to look once again on your sainted mothers jewel-case, in order that I may present it to you. I have not opened it since the day she died. It is now yours, my child.
Aileen opened her eyes in mute amazement. It would seem as though there had been some secret sympathy between her and the man at the door, for he did precisely the same thing. He also crushed his hat somewhat convulsively with both hands, but without doing it any damage, as it was a very hard sailor-like hat. He also did something to his lips with his tongue, which looked a little like licking them.
Oh papa! exclaimed Aileen, seizing his hand, how kind; how
Nay, love, no thanks are due to me. It is your mothers gift. On her deathbed she made me promise to give it you when you came of age, and to train you, up to that age, as far as possible, with a disregard for dress and show. I think your dear mother was wrong, continued Mr Hazlit, with a mournful smile, but, whether right or wrong, you can bear me witness that I have sought to fulfil the second part of her dying request, and I now accomplish the first.
He proceeded to unlock, the fastenings of the little box, which was made of some dark metal resembling iron, and was deeply as well as richly embossed on the lid and sides with quaint figures and devices.
Mr Hazlit had acquired a grand, free-handed way of manipulating treasure. Instead of lifting the magnificent jewels carefully from the casket, he tumbled them out like a gorgeous cataract of light and colour, by the simple process of turning the box upside down.
Oh papa, take care! exclaimed Aileen, spreading her little hands in front of the cataract to stem its progress to the floor, while her two eyes opened in surprise, and shone with a lustre that might have made the insensate gems envious. How exquisite! How inexpressibly beautiful!oh my dear, darling mother!
She stopped abruptly, and tears fluttered from her eyes. In a few seconds she continued, pushing the gems away, almost passionately
But I cannot wear them, papa. They are worthless to me.
She was right. She had no need of such gems. Was not her hair golden and her skin alabaster? Were not her lips coral and her teeth pearls? And were not diamonds of the purest water dropping at that moment from her down-cast eyes?
True, my child, and the sentiment does your heart credit; they are worthless, utterly worthless mere pasteat this point the face of the man at the door visibly changed for the worsemere paste, as regards their power to bring back to us the dear one who wore them. Nevertheless, in a commercial point of viewhere the ears of the man at the door cockedthey are worth some eight or nine thousand pounds sterling, so they may as well be taken care of.
The tongue and lips of the man at the door again became active. He attemptedunsuccessfully, as beforeto crush his hat, and inadvertently coughed.
Mr Hazlits usually pale countenance flushed, and he started up.
Hallo! My man, how came you here?
The man looked at the door and hesitated in his attempt to reply to so useless a question.
How comes it that you enter my house and drawing-room without being announced? asked Mr Hazlit, drawing himself up.
Cause I wanted to see you, an I found the door open, an there warnt nobody down stair to announce me, answered the man in a rather surly tone.
Oh, indeed?ah, said Mr Hazlit, drawing out a large silk handkerchief with a flourish, blowing his nose therewith, and casting it carelessly on the table so as to cover the jewel-box. Well, as you are now ere, pray what have you got to say to me?
Your ship the Seagull has bin wrecked, sir, on Toosday night on the coast of Wales.
I received that unpleasant piece of news on Wednesday morning. What has that to do with your visit?
Only that I thought you might want divers for to go to the wreck, an Im a diverthats all.
The man at the door said this in a very surly tone, for the slight tendency to politeness which had begun to manifest itself while the prospect of a job was hopeful, vanished before the haughty manner of the merchant.
Well, it is just possible that I may require the assistance of divers, said Mr Hazlit, ringing the bell; when I do, I can send for you.John, show this person out.
The hall-footman, who had been listening attentively at the key-hole, and allowed a second or two to elapse before opening the door, bowed with a guilty flush on his face and held the door wide open.
David Maxwellfor it was hepassed out with an angry scowl, and as he strode with noisy tread across the hall, said something uncommonly pithy to the footman about upstarts and puppies, and people who thought they was made o different dirt from others, accompanied with many other words and expressions which we may not repeat.
To all of this John replied with bland smiles and polite bows, hoping that the effects of the interview might not render him feverish, and reminding him that if it did he was in a better position than most men for cooling himself at the bottom of the sea.
Farewell, said John earnestly; and if you should take a fancy to honour us any day with your company to dinner, do send a line to say youre coming.
John did not indulge in this pleasantry until the exasperated diver was just outside of the house, and it was well that he was so prudent, for Maxwell turned round like a tiger and struck with tremendous force at his face. His hard knuckles met the panel of the door, in which they left an indelible print, and at the same time sent a sound like a distant cannon shot into the library.
Im afraid I have been a little too sharp with him, said Mr Hazlit, assisting his daughter to replace the jewels.
Aileen agreed with him, but as nothing could induce her to condemn her father with her lips she made no reply.
But, continued the old gentleman, the rascal had no right to enter my house without ringing. He might have been a thief, you know. He looked rough and coarse enough to be one.
Oh papa, said Aileen entreatingly, dont be too hasty in judging those who are sometimes called rough and coarse. I do assure you Ive met many men in my district who are big and rough and coarse to look at, but who have the feelings and hearts of tender women.
I know it, simple one; you must not suppose that I judged him by his exterior; I judged him by his rude manner and conduct, and I do not extend my opinion of him to the whole class to which he belongs.