In Greek Waters Part 4

"Yes, Horace, I was. It is quite a wonderful event my being outside the grounds, isn't it?"

"It is indeed, father. I am so glad you are coming down. I am sure you will like her, and then, perhaps, you will come sailing sometimes; I do think, father, that you would enjoy such a sail as we had to-day, it was splendid."

"Well, we will see about it, Horace. Now I have once come out I may do so again; I am not sure that a good blow might not clear my brain sometimes."

There was quite an excitement in the village when Mr. Beveridge was seen coming down. Occasionally during his wife's lifetime he had come down with her to look into questions of repairs or erection of new cottages in lieu of old ones, but since that time he had never entered the village. Personally his tenants did not suffer from the cessation of his visits, for his steward had the strictest injunctions to deal in all respects liberally with them, to execute all necessary repairs, to accede to any reasonable request; while in case of illness or misfortune, such as the loss of a boat or nets, the rent was always remitted. That Mr. Beveridge was to a certain extent mad to shut himself up as he did the villagers firmly believed, but they admitted that no better landlord was to be found in all that part of the country.

Mrs. Beveridge had been greatly liked, and the people were pleased at Horace being down so much among them; but it was rather a sore subject that their landlord himself held so entirely aloof from them. Men touched their hats, the women curtsied as he came down the street, looking almost with pity at the man who, in their opinion, so terribly wasted his life and cut himself off from the enjoyments of his position.

Mr. Beveridge returned their salutes kindly. He was scarce conscious of the time that had pa.s.sed since he was last in the village; the years had gone by altogether unmarked save by the growth of Horace, and by the completion of so many works.

"I suppose you know most of their names, Horace?"

"All of them, I think, father."

"That is right, boy. A landlord ought to know all his tenants. I wish I could find time to go about among them a little more, but I think they have everything they want as far as I can do for them; still, I ought to come. In your mother's time I did come sometimes. I must try to do it in future. Zaimes, you must see that I do this once a fortnight. I authorize you to bring me my hat and coat after lunch and say to me firmly, 'This is your afternoon for going out.'"

"Very well, sir," the Greek said. "I will tell you; and I hope you will not say, as you always do to me when I beg you to go out: 'I must put it off for another day, Zaimes, I have some work that must be done.'"

"I will try not to, Zaimes, I will indeed. I think this is a duty. You remind me of that, will you?"

By this time they had reached the little port, where a number of the fishermen were still lounging discussing the _Surf_, which was lying the picture of neatness and good order among the fis.h.i.+ng-boats, with every rope in its place, the sails in their snow-white covers, and presenting the strongest contrast to the craft around her.

"She is really a very pretty little yacht," Mr. Beveridge said with more animation than Horace ever remembered to have heard him speak with. "She does great credit to your choice, Marco, and I should think she is a good sea-boat. Why, Zaimes, this almost seems to take one back to the old time. She is about the size of the felucca we used to cruise about in; it is a long time back, nearly eighteen years, and yet it seems but yesterday."

"There is no reason why you should not sail again, master; even I long to have my foot on the planks. One never loses one's love of the sea."

"I am getting to be an old man now, Zaimes."

"No one would say so but yourself, master; you are but forty-three.

Sometimes, after being shut up for days, you look old--who would not when the sun never s.h.i.+nes on them--but now you look young, much younger than you are."

A stranger indeed would have had difficulty in guessing Mr.

Beveridge's age. His forehead was broad, his skin delicate and almost colourless, his light-brown hair was already of a silvery shade, his face clean shaven, his hands white and thin. His eyes were generally soft and dreamy, but at the present moment they were bright and alert. His figure was scarcely that of a student, for the frame was large, and there was at present none of the stoop habitual to those who spend their lives over books; and now that he was roused, he carried himself exceptionally upright, and a close observer might have taken him for a vigorous man who had but lately recovered from an attack of severe illness.

"We shall see, Zaimes, we shall see," he said; "let us go on board.

You had better hail her, Horace."

"_Surf_ ahoy!" Horace shouted, imitating as well as he could William Martyn's usual hail. A minute later the mate's head appeared above the companion. "My father is coming on board, Mr. Martyn. Will you please bring the dinghy ash.o.r.e." The mate hauled up the dinghy, got into it, and in a few strokes was alongside the quay.

Mr. Beveridge descended the steps first. "I am glad to meet you, Mr.

Martyn, and to thank you for the kindness you have shown my son in finding this craft for him and seeing to its being fitted out."

"It has been an amus.e.m.e.nt, sir," the mate said. "I was knocking about Exmouth with nothing to do, and it was pleasant to be at work on something."

"Get in, Horace," Mr. Beveridge said, "the dinghy won't carry us all.

You can bring it back again for the others."

The party stayed for half an hour on board. Mr. Beveridge was warm in his approval of the arrangements.

"This is a snug cabin indeed," he said. "I had no idea that such a small craft could have had such good accommodation. One could wish for nothing better except for a little more head-room, but after all that is of no great consequence, one does not want to walk about below. It is a place to eat and to sleep in, or, if it is wet, to read in. I really wonder I never thought of having a sailing-boat before. I shall certainly take a sail with you sometimes, Horace."

"I am very glad of that, father, it would be very jolly having you out. I don't see much of you, you know, and I do think it would do you good."

William Martyn was not allowed to carry out his intention of staying on board, nor did he resist very earnestly Mr. Beveridge's pressing invitation. His host differed widely from his preconceived notions of him, and he saw that he need not be afraid of ceremony.

"You can smoke your pipe, you know, in the library after dinner, Mr.

Martyn. I have no objection whatever to smoke; indeed, I used to smoke myself when I was in Greece as a young man--everyone did so there, and I got to like it, though I gave it up afterwards. Why did I give it up, Zaimes?"

"I think you gave it up, master, because you always let your cigar out after smoking two or three whiffs, and never thought of it again for the rest of the day."

"Perhaps that was it; at any rate your smoking will in no way incommode me, so I will take no denial."

Accordingly the cabins were locked up, and William Martyn went up with the others to the house and there spent a very pleasant evening. He had in the course of his service sailed for some time in Greek waters, and there was consequently much to talk about which interested both himself and his host.

"I love Greece," Mr. Beveridge said. "Had it not been that she lies dead under the tyranny of the Turks I doubt if I should not have settled there altogether."

"I think you would have got tired of it, sir," the mate said. "There is nothing to be said against the country or the islands, except that there are precious few good harbours among them; but I can't say I took to the people."

"They have their faults," Mr. Beveridge admitted, "but I think they are the faults of their position more than of their natural character.

Slaves are seldom trustworthy, and I own that they are not as a rule to be relied upon. Having no honourable career open to them, the upper cla.s.ses think of nothing but money; they are selfish, greedy, and corrupt; but I believe in the bulk of the people."

As William Martyn had no belief whatever in any section of the Greeks he held his tongue.

"Greece will rise one of these days," Mr. Beveridge went on, "and when she does she will astonish Europe. The old spirit still lives among the descendants of Leonidas and Miltiades."

"I should be sorry to be one of the Turks who fell into their hands,"

William Martyn said gravely as he thought of the many instances in his own experiences of the murders of sailors on leave ash.o.r.e.

"It is probable that there will be sad scenes of bloodshed," Mr.

Beveridge agreed; "that is only to be expected when you have a race of men of a naturally impetuous and pa.s.sionate character enslaved by a people alien in race and in religion. Yes, I fear it will be so at the commencement, but that will be all altered when they become disciplined soldiers. Do you not think so?" he asked, as the sailor remained silent.

"I have great doubts whether they will ever submit to discipline," he said bluntly. "Their idea of fighting for centuries has been simply to shoot down an enemy from behind the shelter of rocks. I would as lief undertake to discipline an army of Malays, who, in a good many respects, especially in the handiness with which they use their knives, are a good deal like the Greeks."

"There is one broad distinction," Mr. Beveridge said: "the Malays have no past, the Greeks have never lost the remembrance of their ancient glory. They have a high standard to act up to; they reverence the names of the great men of old as if they had died but yesterday. With them it would be a resurrection, accomplished, no doubt, after vast pains and many troubles, the more so since the Greeks are a composite people among whom the descendants of the veritable Greek of old are in a great minority. The majority are of Albanian and Suliot blood, races which even the Romans found untamable. When the struggle begins I fear that this section of the race will display the savagery of their nature; but the fighting over, the intellectual portion will, I doubt not, regain their proper ascendency, and Greece will become the Greece of old."

William Martyn was wise enough not to pursue the subject. He had a deep scar from the shoulder to the elbow of his right arm, and another on the left shoulder, both reminiscences of an attack that had been made upon him by half a dozen ruffians one night in the streets of Athens, and in his private opinion the entire extirpation of the Greek race would be no loss to the world in general.

"I am very sorry you have to leave to-morrow morning," Mr. Beveridge said presently. "I should have been very glad if you could have stayed with us for a few days. It is some years since I had a visitor here, and I can a.s.sure you that I am surprised at the pleasure it gives me.

However, I hope that whenever you happen to be at Exmouth you will run over and see us, and if at any time I can be of the slightest service to you I shall be really pleased."

The next morning William Martyn, still refusing the offer of a conveyance, walked across the hills to meet the coach, and as soon as he had started Horace went down to the yacht. Marco had gone down into the village early, had seen Tom Burdett, and in his master's name arranged for him to take charge of the _Surf_, and to engage a lad to sail with him. When Horace reached the wharf Tom was already on board with his nephew, d.i.c.k, a lad of seventeen or eighteen, who at once brought the dinghy ash.o.r.e at Horace's hail.

"Well, d.i.c.k, so you are going with us?"

"Ay, Master Horace, I am s.h.i.+pped as crew. She be a beauty. That cabin is a wonderful lot better than the fo'castle of a fis.h.i.+ng-lugger. She is something like a craft to go a sailing in."

"Good morning, Tom Burdett," Horace said as the boat came alongside the yacht; "or I ought to say Captain Burdett."