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Uniacke repeated, with an accent almost of horror. "Yes," said Sir Graham doggedly. "I have a great picture in my mind." "But " "The Skipper's meeting with his drowned comrades, in that belfry tower. He will stand with the ropes dropping from his hands, triumph in his eyes. They will be seen coming up out of the darkness, grey men and dripping from the sea, with dead eyes and hanging lips.
Uniacke, a leading politician of Nova Scotia, who in 1800 submitted a scheme of colonial union to the imperial authorities; to Chief-Justice Sewell, to Sir John Beverley Robinson, to Lord Durham, to Mr. P. S. Hamilton, a Nova Scotia writer, and to Mr. Alexander Morris, then member for South Lanark, who had advocated the project in a pamphlet entitled Nova Britannia.
Poor children, looking at the sky! Ah, Uniacke, what do you think of that for a sermon?" The young clergyman cleared his throat. The red curtains by the narrow window blew outward towards the fire, and sank in again, alternately forcible and weak. The painter looked towards the window and a sadness deepened in his eyes. "Where is my wonder-child now?" he said. "You have lost sight of him?"
"You don't read your letter," Sir Graham said, after two or three minutes had passed. "After breakfast. I don't suppose it is anything important," said the clergyman hastily. Sir Graham said nothing more, but drank his coffee and soon afterwards went off to his work. Then Uniacke opened the letter. "CAVENDISH SQUARE, London, Dec.
"And I am sure my brother never looks so happy as when she is beside him," said Aunt Maria. "We shall quite enjoy seeing them both together to-night." "And I only wish it had been my good fortune to join such a pleasant family party," observed Sir Edwin Uniacke. It was rather too broad a hint, presuming even upon Miss Gascoigne's large courtesy.
The children of such people are apt to be peevishly receptive, but their moods are often cloudy, and I wished for a pellucid nature. After a time I went lower down, and I began to look about the streets for my wonder-child." "What a curious quest!" said Uniacke, leaning forward till the firelight danced on his thin face and was reflected in his thoughtful hazel eyes.
"One is enough that you will give up Sir Edwin Uniacke." "How do you mean?" "Don't meet him, don't write to him don't hold any communication with him for three months. If he wants you, let him come and ask you like an honest man." Miss Bennett shook her head. "He's a baronet, you know." "No matter.
The Skipper, with his huge hands uplifted, his fingers working as if they strove to strangle something invisible in the air, was stumbling among the graves. His face was red and convulsed with excitement. "Jack!" he shouted hoarsely, "Jack!" And he went on desperately towards the sea, pursuing nothing. Uniacke looked away from him towards the place where Sir Graham had been painting.
"No, no," she thought, "he can not do me any harm; he dare not!" It was difficult to say what Sir Edwin Uniacke would not dare; for, going back to her room for some trifle forgotten, she discovered that he was still lounging, cigar in mouth, up and down the river-side avenue opposite, where he could plainly see and be seen from almost every window in the Lodge.
"Yes, indeed that boy looking at the waves rolling in! who could forget him? The soul of the sea was in his eyes. He was a human being, and yet he seemed made of all sea things." "He had never set eyes upon the sea." "What?" cried Uniacke, in sheer astonishment, "the boy who sat for that picture? Impossible!
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