Garman and Worse | Page 7

she knew well: it was the Flying Fish,
Captain Crab, of Hull.
So Per must have been out with lobsters that morning: she wondered if
he had caught many. Perhaps he might have done himself harm by his
efforts of yesterday. She went out on to the slope, and looked down
into the harbour. Per's boat was there; it was quite likely he was not
well.
Suddenly Madeleine made up her mind to run down and ask a man
whom she saw by the boat-houses, but half-way down the slope she
met some one who was coming upwards. She could not possibly have
seen him sooner, because he was below her at the steepest part of the
hill, but now she recognized him, and slackened her pace.
Per must also have seen her, although he was looking down, for at a
few paces from her he left the main path, and took one that was a little
lower. When therefore they were alongside each other, she was a little
above him. Per had a basket on his back, and Madeleine could see there
was seaweed in it.

Neither of them spoke, but both of them felt as if they were half
choking. When he had got a pace beyond her, she turned round and
asked, "What have you got in the basket, Per?"
"A lobster," answered he, as he swung the basket off his back and put it
down upon the path.
"Let me see it," said Madeleine.
He hastily drew aside the seaweed, and took out a gigantic lobster,
which was flapping its broad, scaly tail.
"That is a splendid great lobster!" she cried.
"Yes, it isn't a bad un!"
"What are you going to do with it?"
"Ask your father if he would like to have it."
"What do you want for it?" she asked, although she knew perfectly well
that it was a present.
"Nothing," answered Per, curtly.
"That is good of you, Per."
"Oh, it's nothing," he answered, as he laid the seaweed back in the
basket; and now, when the moment came to say good-bye, he said,
"How's your foot?"
"Thanks, all right. I got the brandy."
"Did it hurt much?" asked Per.
"No, not very much."
"I am glad you did that," he said, as he ventured to lift his eyes to the
level of her chin.

Now they really must separate, for there was nothing more to be said,
but Madeleine could not help thinking that Per was a helpless creature.
"Good-bye, Per."
"Good-bye," he answered, and both took a few steps apart.
"Per, where are you going when you have been up with the lobster?"
"Nowhere particular," answered Per.
He really was too stupid, but all the same she turned round and called
after him, "I am going to the sand-hills on the other side of the
lighthouse, the weather is so lovely;" and away she ran.
"All right," answered Per, springing like a cat up the slope.
As he ran he threw away the seaweed so as to have the lobster ready,
and when he got to the kitchen door he flung the monster down on the
bench, and cried, "This is for you!" as he disappeared. The maid had
recognized his voice, and ran after him to order fresh fish for Friday,
but he was already far away. She gazed after him in amazement, and
muttered, "I declare, I think Per is wrong in his head."
Northward stretched the yellow sand-hills with their tussocks of bent
grass as far as the eye could reach. The coast-line curved in bights and
promontories, with here and there a cluster of boats, while the gulls and
wild geese were busy on the shore, and the waves rolled in in small
curling ripples which glistened in the' clear sunshine. Per soon caught
up Madeleine, for she went slowly that day. She had pulled a few
young stalks of the grass, which, as she went, she was endeavouring to
arrange in her hat.
The difference of the preceding day hung heavily over both of them. It
was really the first time that anything of the sort had occurred between
them. Perhaps it was that they felt instinctively that they stood on the
brink of a precipice. They therefore took the greatest pains to avoid the
subject which really occupied their thoughts. The conversation was

thus carried on in a careless and desultory tone, and in short and broken
sentences. At last she made an effort to bring him to the point, and
asked him if he had caught many lobsters that night.
"Twenty-seven," answered Per.
That was neither many nor few, so there was no more to be said about
that.
"You did row hard yesterday," said she, looking down, for now she felt
that they were nearing