‘Jarvis! Oh, God, Jarvis, please.’
She looked this way and that, throwing out her arms in a despairing gesture.
‘Jarvis-my love!’
How he managed to call back he never knew. His throat had been frozen into silence, but somehow now it became free enough to utter a choke. Faint as it was, she heard it above the scream of the storm, and called back.
At that moment the moon came out from behind a cloud, flooding the ocean with silver. Out of that silver sea came the woman, her long hair blown by the wind, her arms outstretched to him. In his desperate state he was no longer sure what was real and what fevered illusion. He knew only that if he could reach her, he was safe.
Their hands touched, then slipped apart and he was under again. Through the water he could hear her agonised cry, ‘No, no, no!’ He made one final, frantic effort and felt her fingers grasp his with painful force. He clung to her as she drew him out of the water that tried viciously to claw him back.
As he fell into the bottom of the boat he vaguely realised that there was a man there too, helping her to drag him to safety. But he saw only her, knowing that if he kept his eyes on her he would be safe. If she disappeared again…
‘Darling,’ she choked. ‘Hold me-I’ve got you.’
Cradled in her arms he murmured, ‘I thought you’d gone for ever.’
‘I’ll never go away again,’ she vowed.
‘As soon as we land I’m calling an ambulance,’ Ferdy shouted across to them.
‘No,’ Jarvis said at once. ‘No ambulance.’ He looked up at Meryl. ‘Just let me go home, with you.’
She nodded. She knew how much time must pass before they could be alone, but for now it was enough that they had found each other as never before.
She could be patient as they landed and hands reached out to help them ashore. Jarvis must be made dry and warm and put to bed. Ferdy must come in and be thanked and welcomed. But Ferdy soon told her, ‘Don’t worry about me. Just leave me the whisky and go to him.’
She gave him a brief kiss of gratitude and ran up to Jarvis’s room. He was lying in bed, pale and weak, his eyes fixed on the door through which she must come. He held out his arms to her at once. She went into them and they held each other in a long silent affirmation of faith and love.
‘I’m not afraid to die,’ he said huskily at last, ‘but to die without telling you what you are to me-that would be unendurable.’
‘Hush, my love-my love. Forgive me.’
‘There’s nothing for me to forgive,’ he said passionately.
‘I accused you of pride, but my pride was worse. I loved you, but I sent you away because loving you was too hard. But for me you wouldn’t have been out in that boat. If you’d died-’
‘No.’ He put his fingers over her mouth. ‘We’ll never think of that again. You came to me out of the storm once, and tonight you did it again. This is our new beginning.’
He pointed to the wall at the end of his bed, and she saw that the picture of the dogs had gone. In its place was the portrait of Marguerite.’
‘I put her there because she reminded me of you, when I thought I’d lost you.’
‘You’ll never lose me. I’ve come home to stay. Keep me in your heart, Jarvis. It’s the only home I’ll ever want.’
Instead of answering with words he reached into his bedside drawer and took out the ring he’d given her, and which she’d returned in pride and bitterness. Jarvis slipped the diamond back into place. Then he pressed her hand to his lips.
‘Never remove it again,’ he whispered.
‘I never will.’
‘I’ve something else to show you.’
He reached into the drawer again, this time producing a flat box. Inside were the most fabulous pearls Meryl had ever seen. Slowly Jarvis lifted them so that they shone in the light, revealing that they were large, perfectly matched, and of a faint pinkish hue.
‘I’ve never seen anything so lovely,’ she breathed. Then a terrible thought came to her. ‘Jarvis, what are they worth?’
‘Enough,’ he said, understanding her at once. ‘Enough to pay off every debt I ever had, but that’s nothing. In New York you said rich men were ten a penny, and you were happier when I was poor and you could give to me. I don’t entirely understand that-when did I ever understand you? When will I ever? But say the word and I’ll toss them into the fire.’
‘You would do that for me?’ she asked in wonder.
‘I would do anything for you,’ he said. And she saw real intent in his eyes.
‘No,’ she put her hand on his quickly. ‘There’s a better way.’
He nodded. ‘That’s what I thought, too.’
Gently he draped the pearls around her neck.
‘Now they’re yours, and I’m a poor man again,’ he said contentedly. Then a change came over him and he took her face gently between his hands. ‘And yet I’ll never be poor. I didn’t know-I never understood-’
‘Nor did I. Not really. But now we have everything. There’s nothing else but this, nothing that matters.’
‘Hold me,’ he said suddenly. ‘I don’t feel safe without you.’
She lay down beside him on the bed, clasping him to her heart. ‘Do you feel safe now?’ she whispered.
‘Always, as long as I’m in your heart. You came just in time to save me.’
‘Yes, a few more minutes-’ She shuddered.
‘I don’t mean the sea. I mean what I would have turned into if you hadn’t come here that night.’
‘Or what I might have turned into,’ she said, trying to prevent his mood growing too dark. That too would be her task in years ahead. ‘When I arrived here I was almost as bad as you thought I was. You saved me, too.’
But he wouldn’t allow that. For his fierce, uncompromising nature there was no middle way. As he had been hard in his resistance, he would be firm in his love and fidelity. He’d seen her as an enemy. Now, in his eyes, she was perfect. And that was how it would always be.
Lucy Gordon
