Lord Jim - Joseph Conrad (7 ebook reader TXT) 📗

to face it out⁠—alone for myself⁠—wait for another chance⁠—find out⁠ ⁠…’ ” XII

“All around everything was still as far as the ear could reach. The mist of his feelings shifted between us, as if disturbed by his struggles, and in the rifts of the immaterial veil he would appear to my staring eyes distinct of form and pregnant with vague appeal like a symbolic figure in a picture. The chill air of the night seemed to lie on my limbs as heavy as a slab of marble.

“ ‘I see,’ I murmured, more to prove to myself that I could break my state of numbness than for any other reason.

“ ‘The Avondale picked us up just before sunset,’ he remarked moodily. ‘Steamed right straight for us. We had only to sit and wait.’

“After a long interval, he said, ‘They told their story.’ And again there was that oppressive silence. ‘Then only I knew what it was I had made up my mind to,’ he added.

“ ‘You said nothing,’ I whispered.

“ ‘What could I say?’ he asked, in the same low tone.⁠ ⁠… ‘Shock slight. Stopped the ship. Ascertained the damage. Took measures to get the boats out without creating a panic. As the first boat was lowered ship went down in a squall. Sank like lead.⁠ ⁠… What could be more clear’⁠ ⁠… he hung his head⁠ ⁠… ‘and more awful?’ His lips quivered while he looked straight into my eyes. ‘I had jumped⁠—hadn’t I?’ he asked, dismayed. ‘That’s what I had to live down. The story didn’t matter.’⁠ ⁠… He clasped his hands for an instant, glanced right and left into the gloom: ‘It was like cheating the dead,’ he stammered.

“ ‘And there were no dead,’ I said.

“He went away from me at this. That is the only way I can describe it. In a moment I saw his back close to the balustrade. He stood there for some time, as if admiring the purity and the peace of the night. Some flowering-shrub in the garden below spread its powerful scent through the damp air. He returned to me with hasty steps.

“ ‘And that did not matter,’ he said, as stubbornly as you please.

“ ‘Perhaps not,’ I admitted. I began to have a notion he was too much for me. After all, what did I know?

“ ‘Dead or not dead, I could not get clear,’ he said. ‘I had to live; hadn’t I?’

“ ‘Well, yes⁠—if you take it in that way,’ I mumbled.

“ ‘I was glad, of course,’ he threw out carelessly with his mind fixed on something else. ‘The exposure,’ he pronounced slowly, and lifted his head. ‘Do you know what was my first thought when I heard? I was relieved. I was relieved to learn that those shouts⁠—did I tell you I had heard shouts? No? Well, I did. Shouts for help⁠ ⁠… blown along with the drizzle. Imagination, I suppose. And yet I can hardly⁠ ⁠… How stupid.⁠ ⁠… The others did not. I asked them afterwards. They all said No. No? And I was hearing them even then! I might have known⁠—but I didn’t think⁠—I only listened. Very faint screams⁠—day after day. Then that little half-caste chap here came up and spoke to me. “The Patna⁠ ⁠… French gunboat⁠ ⁠… towed successfully to Aden⁠ ⁠… Investigation⁠ ⁠… Marine Office⁠ ⁠… Sailors’ Home⁠ ⁠… arrangements made for your board and lodging!” I walked along with him, and I enjoyed the silence. So there had been no shouting. Imagination. I had to believe him. I could hear nothing any more. I wonder how long I could have stood it. It was getting worse, too⁠ ⁠… I mean⁠—louder.’

“He fell into thought.

“ ‘And I had heard nothing! Well⁠—so be it. But the lights! The lights did go! We did not see them. They were not there. If they had been, I would have swam back⁠—I would have gone back and shouted alongside⁠—I would have begged them to take me on board.⁠ ⁠… I would have had my chance.⁠ ⁠… You doubt me?⁠ ⁠… How do you know how I felt?⁠ ⁠… What right have you to doubt?⁠ ⁠… I very nearly did it as it was⁠—do you understand?’ His voice fell. ‘There was not a glimmer⁠—not a glimmer,’ he protested mournfully. ‘Don’t you understand that if there had been, you would not have seen me here? You see me⁠—and you doubt.’

“I shook my head negatively. This question of the lights being lost sight of when the boat could not have been more than a quarter of a mile from the ship was a matter for much discussion. Jim stuck to it that there was nothing to be seen after the first shower had cleared away; and the others had affirmed the same thing to the officers of the Avondale. Of course people shook their heads and smiled. One old skipper who sat near me in court tickled my ear with his white beard to murmur, ‘Of course they would lie.’ As a matter of fact nobody lied; not even the chief engineer with his story of the masthead light dropping like a match you throw down. Not consciously, at least. A man with his liver in such a state might very well have seen a floating spark in the corner of his eye when stealing a hurried glance over his shoulder. They had seen no light of any sort though they were well within range, and they could only explain this in one way: the ship had gone down. It was obvious and comforting. The foreseen fact coming so swiftly had justified their haste. No wonder they did not cast about for any other explanation. Yet the true one was very simple, and as soon as Brierly suggested it the court ceased to bother about the question. If you remember, the ship had been stopped, and was lying with her head on the course steered through the night, with her stern canted high and her bows brought low down in the water through the filling of the fore-compartment. Being thus out of trim, when the squall struck her a little on the quarter, she swung