The Tale of Mr. Peter Brown - Chelsea Justice | Page 8

V. Sackville West
he minded, you
see. I think he had been hurt in his pride, even more than in his
affection for... for her. I hadn't suspected that he was so sensitive over
what he considered his honour--dense of me, perhaps--but there was no
mistaking that this sensitiveness now tied the extra lash on to the whip
of his tongue. When he had finished talking, when he had said all that
he wanted to say, and all without once losing his temper or his damned
insolent dexterity, he nodded to me for all the world as though we had
been talking shop in Fleet Street, and were separating to go about our
various businesses. That nod remains with me; I'll never forget it or
forgive it; it seemed to me the last crowning insult; it seemed to sum up
all that I most hated in the man.
"He put his boat about, she heeled over a little as the breeze took her,
and that slight slant of her sail was pencilled against the pale sky as she
glided away across the water. I can't resist the journalistic touch, you
see," he added, with an outburst of extraordinary bitterness.
"It was not until his boat had dwindled to a tiny black dot far away that
I began fully to realise the situation. There was I, alone in the middle of
a great circle of sea and sky, alone and confined, and ludicrously
helpless. At first it was upon the ludicrous aspect that I chiefly dwelt,
the anger of it, the absurdity, and the humiliation. Then little by little
the horror of it crept over me, and I was aghast; there was, of course,
the gleam of hope that I might attract the attention of a passing ship,
but the Channel at that point must be fairly on the way to becoming the
Atlantic, and I dared not delude myself too boldly lest I be disappointed.
He wasn't coming back for me; he had made that quite clear. He had
left beside me on the bottom of the buoy a parcel of food and a bottle of
water, enough, he had said, to keep me for a week if I used it sparingly.
He had said, with a grin, that I would be all right for a week if the
weather kept calm. If not, he was afraid I might be inconvenienced. But

he would like me to have a week, because that was exactly the length of
time that he had had. Those had been his last words before he nodded
and said, 'So long.'
"The whole of that day passed in a dead calm. I sat on the floor with
my arms clasped round my knees, because there wasn't room to stretch
out my legs, and when I became too cramped in that position I stood up,
which I could just manage to do if I stooped my head. Later on I found
out that I could stand upright by putting my head inside the bell, but I
couldn't bear that for very long because of the intolerable noise of the
clappers hitting the bell so near my ears. I tried holding the clappers
still, but that was no good, as there were four of them. So I held the bell
itself, which at least deadened the sound. No, I couldn't unhook the
clappers; they were a fixture. Anyhow, that first day I wasn't much
troubled by the noise of the bell, as the buoy rocked very slightly on an
oily swell; I was more troubled by the dazzle of the sun on the water,
not daring to shut my eyes for long lest I should miss a possible ship,
and also I was divided between the gnawing of my thoughts and the
boredom of those interminable hours from sunrise to sunset. I don't
suppose it is given to many men to have nothing better to do than watch
the sun travel across the heavens from the moment it emerges above
one horizon to the moment it dips below the rim of the other. That was
what I watched--the delicacy of dawn, the blood-red of sunset, and the
grand golden sweep of the journey in between the two.
"Never had I felt so abandoned or so insignificant. Can your
imagination enter into it at all? To do so, you must keep the sense of
the enormous circle of sea always present in your mind, the hard round
edge of the horizon, and the buoy in the centre like a speck of dust in
the centre of a plate. I felt I was in a tiny prison in the middle of an
enormous prison. And after the sun had gone it was worse; it is true
that I could no longer see that huge
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