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The Shuttered House
by
“‘Madame,’ he said, ‘I need no help, being by God’s leave a man’–and he laid some stress upon the ‘man,’ but not boastfully–rather as though all women did, or might need help, by the mere circumstance of their sex–‘and as for going hence, why yesterday I was bound for Africa. I sailed unexpectedly into a fog off Scilly. I was wrecked in a calm sea on the Golden Ball–I was thrown up on Tresco–no one on that ship escaped but myself. No sooner was I safe than the fog lifted—‘
“‘You will stay?’ Mrs. Lovyes interrupted. ‘No?’
“‘Yes,’ said he, ‘Jarvis Grudge will stay.’
“And she turned thoughtfully away. But I caught a glimpse of her face as we went out, and it wore the saddest smile a man could see.
“Mr. Grudge and I walked for a while in silence.
“‘And what sort of a name has Mr. John Lovyes in these parts?’ he asked.
“‘An honest sort,’ said I emphatically–‘the name of a man who loves his wife.’
“‘Or her money,’ he sneered. ‘Bah! a surly ill-conditioned dog, I’ll warrant, the curmudgeon!”
“‘You are marvellously recovered of your cold,’ said I.
“He stopped, and looked across the Sound. Then he said in a soft, musing voice: ‘I once knew just such another clever boy. He was so clever that men beat him with sticks and put on great sea-boots to kick him with, so that he lived a miserable life, and was subsequently hanged in great agony at Tyburn.’
“Mr. Grudge, as he styled himself, stayed with us for a week, during which time he sailed much with me about these islands; and I made a discovery. Though he knew these islands so well, he had never visited them before, and his knowledge was all hearsay. I did not mention my discovery to him, lest I should meet with another rebuff. But I was none the less sure of its truth, for he mistook Hanjague for Nornor, and Priglis Bay for Beady Pool, and made a number of suchlike mistakes. After a week he hired the cottage in which he now lives, bought his boat, leased from the steward the patch of ground in Dolphin Town, and set about building his house. He undertook the work, I am sure, for pure employment and distraction. He picked up the granite stones, fitted them together, panelled them, made the floors from the deck of a brigantine which came ashore on Annet, pegged down the thatch roof–in a word, he built the house from first to last with his own hands and he took fifteen months over the business, during which time he did not exchange a single word with Mrs. Lovyes, nor anything more than a short ‘Good-day’ with Mr. John. He worked, however, with no great regularity. For while now he laboured in a feverish haste, now he would sit a whole day idle on the headlands; or, again, he would of a sudden throw down his tools as though the work overtaxed him, and, leaping into his boat, set all sail and run with the wind. All that night you might see him sailing in the moonlight, and he would come home in the flush of the dawn.
“After he had built the house, he furnished it, crossing for that purpose backwards and forwards between Tresco and St. Mary’s. I remember that one day he brought back with him a large chest, and I offered to lend him a hand in carrying it. But he hoisted it on his back and took it no farther than the cottage in which he lived, where it remained locked with a padlock.
“Towards Christmas-time, then, the house was ready, but to our surprise he did not move into it. He seemed, indeed, of a sudden, to have lost all liking for it, and whether it was that he had no longer any work upon his hands, he took to following Mrs. Lovyes about, but in a way that was unnoticeable unless you had other reasons to suspect that his thoughts were following her.