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KNOTCRAFT 2009:Layout 1 23/10/09 12:16 Page 1
DES PAWSON’S
KNOT CRAFT
The book that makes all
other knot books work
Second edition
Des Pawson
Illustrations by Ann Norman
Note: While all reasonable care has been taken in the publication
of this book, the author and publisher take no responsibility for
the use of the methods or products described in the book.
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Contents
Introduction 4 Covering a wheel 64
Some tips of the trade 6 Belts 67
∞∞∞∞ Grommets for quoits, blocks
Simple key ring 14 & sea chest beckets 70
Shackle release lanyard in A pair of fancy spliced
Portuguese sennit 16 chest beckets 73
Deluxe key ring 18 Some Turk’s heads
Bellrope worked for decoration or
with 6 ends 20 napkin rings 75
Bellrope worked with Knot board notes 80
8 ends 23 Monkey’s fist/light pull 82
A simple side fender 26 Monkey’s fist/door stop 84
Side fender using the A sailor’s whisk 87
crown sennit 29 Baggywrinkle 89
Hitching over a Bowsprit net 92
plastic fender 32 Dog leads 95
Bow fender 35 A jib shackle 98
Button fender 40 The ocean & prolong
Rope ladders 43 mats 100
A simple lanyard 46 Hitched oval mat 102
A fancy lanyard 49 Kringle mat 104
A Bosun’s chair/swing 52 Oblong deck mat 106
Rope handrails 54 ∞∞∞∞
Cat-o-nine tails (ditty bag Appendix 109
lanyard) 56 Further reading 110
Tiller/boat hook The International Guild of
covering 59 Knot Tyers 111
Binocular strap 62 Index 112
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Introduction
have been published on how to tie practical
M ANY BOOKS
knots, and a lesser number on decorative knotting, but
while the latter may show how to make a fancy knot, they don’t
provide much help in putting the knots together to make an
object, be it key fob, fender, rope ladder, mat or lanyard. Some-
times there may be an illustration of a finished item for inspira-
tion or even a couple of projects, but rarely is there a step-by-step
breakdown, complete with the exact size and lengths of materials
required and with full tying instructions; the complete recipe for
the very thing you want to make. Here, I hope, is the book which
does just that.
Not having enough cordage is a constant risk. You try
remembering how much line went into an item you have made
in the past, but it is soon forgotten and you are back to guessing,
hoping that you have guessed correctly or with a bit to spare.
Then comes the day when you have a length of good old rope
and you want to make a mat with it; the length is tight – if only
you knew the exact amount needed. Or you have 6 metres of
super fine tarred 3mm twine left. Will this be enough for that
bell rope you wanted to make as a special gift, or having started
will it be too short and the 6 metres wasted? The wasting of
rope, new or old, is something that any owner, skipper, mate,
bosun or craftsman abhors. Cordage is a precious material to be
valued, treasured and conserved.
After many years of guesswork and the occasional note in the
margins of my knotting books, I belatedly started to keep a
‘Recipe Book’ in 1977. This told me the finished size of the item
I had made, what material I had used, and how much was
needed to make it. I added the special little tricks and hints that
helped the item to fall right and to be finished neatly. I sketched
the special knot that was needed or noted the book that had this
information. I have to confess that not everything got recorded
but over the years I have built up a great body of information.
In this book I share with you a selection of the designs from
that Recipe Book. When demonstrating, I am often asked how
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INTRODUCTION
to make the various things that I have around me, so here are the
basic designs, their size and which knots and sennits are used to
make them. I give you a list of materials and their lengths and
sizes, and I have made the lengths very slightly generous because
all materials vary in the way they make up, and each craftsman’s
knotting tension differs. You may well wish to adjust the material
lengths to suit yourself and your favourite cordage. The stated
materials and knots will make what I describe, but it is always
possible to make items using bigger or smaller line. It can help to
keep a record of any variations, because the more information
you have the better your guesses will be in the future.
As this book is a Recipe Book rather than a-how-to-tie-knots
book (there is a good list of these at the end of this book), I have
simply named the knots and sennits that go to make up each
item. This in itself can lead to a degree of misunderstanding, as
many knots have more than one name, so in most cases there is
a simple aide-memoire for the more specialised knots or
techniques. Rather than repeating them every time they crop up
in a design, you will be referred to the page with the illustration.
These are my designs, the knots put together in the way I
prefer, but there is no reason why you should not mix and match
to create your own designs. Cordage is a versatile medium, and
a joy to use for creating all sorts of things.
The aim of this book is to give you the confidence to start
making things with knots; it is the book that will make other
knot books work for you.
HAPPY KNOTTING.
Des Pawson
Acknowledgements
My special thanks to Ann Norman who has turned all my scribbles
and bits of rope into such clear diagrams and enhanced the book
with her special illustrations. The book would be nothing without
them. She never once complained at my request for any
modifications or tweakings, being always happy to get things right.
Any error that may be found is my responsibility.
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TOOLS HEAVER
HEAVING MALLET When I was in Mariehamn, the
This sadly neglected tool is a rigger on the Pommern known as
great help in pulling tight ‘Little Brother’, showed me a
stubborn strands in a large rope heaver made from a piece of
splice, for tightening seizings, metal pipe with a slot at one end
and anywhere else that an extra and holes at the other. The
bit of pull is needed. It works strand, or line, is put in the slot
best with a heaving board to and a spike put through the hole;
pull/heave against. the tool is then turned like a key
to tighten the strand or line.
MARLINESPIKE
Look for a good long taper on
your marlinespike. I prefer a
rounded, flattened point.
As with all tools it is rare
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Serving stick
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CONSTRICTOR KNOT
Works well as a temporary
seizing, holding together the end
of a rope, a bundle of lines
before making a button knot,
building the core of a fender and
many other examples. When
pulled really tight you may have
to cut it to remove it. However,
when you understand the
structure of the knot it is possible Packer’s knot
to untie in many circumstances
with the help of a fid or spike.
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MARLINESPIKE HITCH
The best way of pulling fine line
A
extra tight without cutting your
fingers. The direction of pull is
important; if you make the
knot in the wrong direction or
pull in the wrong direction the
hitch slips.
BUNDLES
When working with long lengths
of line it is helpful to make them
up into bundles. There are many
B ways of doing this, but just
wrapping the line round your
hand and holding the bundle in
place with a rubber band works
as well as anything. You should
start the wrapping near the work
and hank round your hand till
you get to the end; with a bit of
luck the line can be pulled out
from the centre of the bundle as
you work. If things start to get
C
into a mess sort them out and
re-hank before you have a
completely knotted mess of a
bundle.
TALLOW
A touch of tallow on your fid or
spike is a great help. It only
D needs a little. You can make your
own tallow by saving the fat from
your roast beef or lamb (pork is
no good). Put the congealed fat
into some water, boil it up and
when it has cooled and gone
hard, skim it from the top.
Repeat once more and this
should remove most of the
Marlinespike hitch impurities. You will also find
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that tallow will help clean your The purpose of any rigging mix is
hands of Stockholm tar. A blob to protect the rope and wire from
rubbed into the hand then wiped moisture. Some people paint
off onto a cloth will get rid of seizings and servings in a
most, and then soap and water contrasting colour as a decorative
should do the rest. feature.
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METHOD
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METHOD
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METHOD B
Seize the 3 lengths of line
together just off-centre and
make a short length of 3 strand
plait. Fold over and temporarily
seize together to make a loop. Tuck all ends
Undo any spare plait, arrange up the middle
the 6 ends into 3 sets of 2, and as indicated
make the diamond knot (crown
and wall) with these pairs. Work
tight up to the loop and remove down through the centre. This
the temporary seizing. little button on the end is called
a doubled crown (see page 22)
Finish by trimming the ends
A close to the base of the star knot.
(If you want to use 4mm to
make a 150mm bellrope you will
need 3 x 2m.)
C
Crown knot
followed by
wall knot
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Bellrope Worked
with 6 Ends
METHOD B
Start as you would for the deluxe
key ring. Seize the 3 lengths of
line together just off-centre and
make a short length of 3 strand
plait. Fold over and temporarily
seize together to make a loop.
Undo any spare plait, arrange
the 6 ends spread out neatly and
separately, and starting with a 6
strand wall knot, go on to make All strands need to be tucked as shown
a 6 strand Matthew Walker
(page 57).
Work tight up to the loop and
remove the temporary seizing.
A
Now make 45mm of 3+3 crown
sennit (page 19). Tie with 6
strands a diamond knot (crown
first then wall below), double
this knot, and work it tight and
even.
With every alternate strand
make a 3 strand crown knot,
tighten so that it beds down into
the centre of the diamond knot,
Star knot start then go on to make a series of
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Bellrope Worked
with 8 Ends
METHOD A
Start as the deluxe keyring (page
18) but this time make the loop
(page 50) using 4 strand round
sennit and the diamond knot
with 4 pairs of line (page 19).
Then make about 55mm of 8
strand square sennit, apply a
temporary seizing and make an 8
strand diamond knot (pages 19,
88), then follow it round to
double it. Then follows 55mm
of alternate 4+4 crown sennit
(similar to the 3+3 on page 21
but a little harder to get to sit B
G
C
well), an 8 strand star knot D E F
(similar to the 6 strand on page
21), then 60mm of 4 strand H A
crown sennit with pairs. Finally,
make a handsome globe knot by Start with 3 strands on one side and
starting with an 8 strand wall 5 strands on the other. First take A
knot followed by the complex across front then take H across front
crown on top. Tuck each end
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B D
Fancy crown
down, going over and under, put E
the wooden ball in the middle
and follow the whole knot round
3 more times.
Extra
tuck
C
8 strand
wall knot
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‘Any piece of cable that is cut off, most commonly any part of
an old cable, is called a junk. Such as this they hang for fenders
by the ships sides.’
MATERIALS For this type of fender you can use whatever rope is
to hand, but here are the requirements for a couple
of basic variations.
METHOD
ideally, that rarest of beasts, the
Fold both pieces of the heavy rigger’s screw. If you are using 2
cable in half, making the bend pieces of cable put the 2 pieces
as tight as possible by giving it a together with the bends at the
good beating with a heavy same end. Hold the folded rope
mallet. If you are using very or ropes in place with a couple
heavy coir you will find that it is turns of a temporary binding of
much harder than ships cable to some sort, my favourite is a
bend; you may well have to constrictor knot, as you can pull
resort to a Spanish windlass or, the ends and the whole thing
A B C
Flat seizing
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D F
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S I D E F E N D E R U S I N G T H E C ROW N S E N N I T
METHOD A
For a 200mm x 100mm fender
It is a good idea to make a fender
without a core to start with; it
gives you one less thing to worry
about. Fold the rope in half and
put a flat seizing round the
bight, to make the eye at the top
of the fender. Put either tape or
a temporary whipping on each 6 strand wall knot
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S I D E F E N D E R U S I N G T H E C ROW N S E N N I T
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Hitching Over a
Plastic Fender
of old rope with a loop at one or both ends and cover that in
exactly the same way. Building up on a plastic fender base is a
good idea for larger fenders, as the core will be nearly all air
and the finished fender a lot lighter than if a bundle of old
rope had been used.
MATERIALS
The hitching of the cover depends so much on the size of the rope
and the size of the fender, and on how tight and close the hitches
are, that it is only possible to give a very rough guide of the quantity
of rope needed. I reckon that about 160m of 10mm or 12mm rope
will give about a square metre of cover. If you can keep track of the
material you use you will get a closer picture for yourself, but you
will still have surprises. It always seems to take more material and
more time than I estimate!
This means that, to cover a 400mm x 125mm diameter sausage
shape fender, you need about 24-26m of 10mm 3 strand rope.
A 600mm x 200mm diameter sausage fender needs about 55–60m
of 10mm 3 strand rope. This can either be a natural material like
sisal, manila or hemp, or a synthetic, but try not to have a too hard-
laid (stiff) rope as this makes it more difficult to get the hitches to
pull tight and bed down.
It is possible to use braided rope or the strand from a bigger rope
but you are then restricted in your method of joining in new ends.
METHOD
Cut 20m of line and tape the length takes forever to pull
ends into 100mm long points. through. Start hitching from the
Put the rope round the middle centre, putting the first row of
of the fender, and adjust to give about 14 hitches for the 125mm
two equal ends of 10m. A 10m diameter fender or about 22
length is probably the most hitches for the 200mm diameter
efficient length; if shorter there fender. Space these evenly round
are too many joins and a longer one side, then pull the other end
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A Start
How to reduce
hitches
How to increase
hitches
tight before locking everything place of the old short end which
in place by hitching round the can then be covered by
second side. Carry on hitching subsequent rows. Carry on
out from the middle, trying to hitching to the end. As the
keep the starting point from fender tapers away it’s possible to
slipping away from the centre of shape the cover by dropping
the fender. every second or third hitch,
When the two sides have used finally burying the end back
up almost all the rope, assess under a couple of rows of
how much of the fender has hitching. By seeing how much
been covered and therefore how line was used on the first end
much more rope will be needed you may be able to have a
to cover the rest of that side, and slightly shorter end on the
make a note of what you think second half, but do not cut too
you will need. short or you may need to join in
This new rope will need to be yet another short end.
joined in. This can be done in a If you want to cover a teardrop
couple of ways, either with a long shaped fender, it is possible to
splice, leaving the tails to start at the narrow end and
be trimmed off later, or by gradually increase the number of
bringing the new rope from hitches by making two hitches in
under a couple of the previous a space instead of the usual
rows and out of the hitch in single hitch.
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Bow Fender
BOW F E N D E R
Half hitching (page 34) is the most versatile method to cover the
core. The size of the rope used for this will vary but should be
in proportion to the finished fender; 6mm may be fine for a
delicate job for a skiff, but 12 or 14mm for a work boat of 10-
15m length with 20-24mm for the largest tug fender. The type
of rope used depends on taste and material available: 3 strand
rope means that you may long-splice lengths together and it can
be either natural or synthetic fibre. Natural fibre rope such as
manila or sisal, or even hemp, is likely to rot after a few years,
especially if the fender is left on all year round. This decay can
be slowed down by painting or dunking the fender from time to
time in some form of preservative; be it clear Cuprinol, creosote,
thinned down tar or even old sump oil! It rather depends on
how you want the fender to look and how happy you will be to
make another one.
Polypropylene is a low cost synthetic rope that many people
use, I quite like the staplespun polypropylene (the slightly hairy
looking one), which is a fair compromise in the cost/look/life
stakes. I have seen some handsome fenders in black
polypropylene. There are a number of synthetic hemp look-
alikes, which give a near traditional look, but it is worth
checking how resistant they are to UV breakdown, as some are
better than others. Nylon or polyester will last the longest but
they are often hard laid which makes hitching hard work, also
they are the most expensive and do have a tendency to look a
little modern. A lot of rope is needed and it will take you a lot
of time to hitch the cover, but on the other hand I hope you will
get pleasure from making the fender.
With all the work of hitching the cover of the fender, you may
wish to add a Turk’s head at the centre to protect the hitching
at this vulnerable point, it is easier to replace than having to
remake part of the cover, and it certainly gives the fender
additional style!
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BOW F E N D E R
MATERIALS
For the backbone of a fender between 1-2m overall: a piece of 6 or
8mm short or long link galvanised chain, 1 or 2 shackles and short
pieces of chain (optional) for central suspension points.
For the core: it is sensible to use old scrap rope, in all sizes from
6mm to 50mm, if you can get hold of it. I prefer to use synthetic
rope, as it doesn’t hold the water as much, and preferably polypropy-
lene, which is the lightest of the synthetics. It is useful to have all
sizes available, and you will use a surprisingly large amount.
For hitching of the cover: lengths of rope based on the guide figures
for covering a plastic fender (160m of 10-12mm for 1 square metre).
For a Turk’s head rubbing piece: rope of the same or a larger diame-
ter than you used to hitch the cover. A 4 lead 5 bight Turk’s head
(page 66) followed round 3 times will need approx 18-20 times the
circumference of the fender.
METHOD
Measure the chain to be used, there is also a call for a chain to
not forgetting that it will be in hold the fender in place down
the centre of the fender so it will below the fender.
need to be longer than the inner With the suspension chains
part of the fender, and allow an rigged, fit 4 thin ropes in the
extra 150mm each end for tails space formed by the interlinking
outside the fender. Mark the of the chain links. Tie these
middle of the chain. Rig the ropes in place using either a
chain backbone tight between series of constrictor knots or one
two swivels at about waist height. of the variations of packer’s
If there is a need for suspension knots. If you have it available,
chains fit them now with a wrap round the 4 ropes and
shackle either at the centre, if chain with more thin rope,
just one, or a few inches either starting at the middle and
side of the centre if you use 2 working out, being sure to treat
suspension chains. A really long both sides equally. Unless the
fender may have 4 or even 6 fender is to finish up almost
suspension chains. Occasionally straight, remove the wrapped
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BOW F E N D E R
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BOW F E N D E R
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Button Fender
And a few words on narrow boat fenders
BUTTON FENDER
METHOD
The core is basically just a solid pieces of synthetic cord about
coil of old rope 230mm diam by 3mm diam down the middle of
180mm high tied nice and tight. the pipe, bring their other ends
The problem is how to make down the side of the pipe and
and to tie your coil good and lay them out evenly round the
tight. I use a method explained base with their ends hanging
to me by Ike Argent, an old down the sides of the disc. Start
boater who was greatly respected wrapping the core material
for his well made fenders. A thin round the pipe keeping the thin
metal pipe of about 25mm diam lines in place. If your core
is held upright in a vice (a material is all the same diameter
workmate type bench works very you can build up your coil in a
well), sticking up through a disc series of flat discs, working out
of wood a little over the to the required size (230mm)
maximum diameter of the base then back in again. When the
you want to make. It helps if the disc is about half the height of
disc is marked with a number of the fender, place the chain or
concentric circles. Drop 3 or 4 chains in the middle and carry
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BUTTON FENDER
A B
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Rope ladders
ROPE LADDERS
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ROPE LADDERS
METHOD
For the all-rope ladder, middle strain is put on it and so hold
the rope and on one side tie the the rung in place. To ease the
Boas Bowline (a), the loop rung into the rope, first open up
forming the first rung of the a bit of a hole and then use a
ladder. With the other side, tuck pilot spike with an open tube
the rope as shown (b) to make a end the size of the rung, or if you
sheet bend, adjusting the ‘rung’ are getting your rungs turned for
so that it is level. Reverse the you, it helps that the outer end is
arrangement between rungs to a short tapered or acorn shaped
get a balanced set of knots. point.
Rungs need to be no more than Again, space the rungs about
300mm apart. 300mm apart. I find it best to
Using the square plait, it is a stretch the rope doubled between
matter of working the ladder 2 fixed points, to give the 2 sides.
rung between the plait, to give 4 Put in the first rung both sides,
strands either side of the groove and then count down the same
in the rung. This is not so simple number of parts of plait each
and will be a tight fit. The rope side, keeping all twist out of the
will tighten up as soon as any rope, and put your next rung in.
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A Simple Lanyard
SIMPLE LANYARD
METHOD
Wall knot
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SIMPLE LANYARD
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A Fancy Lanyard
“There, just see how beautiful those aces lie,” Ange went on. “No
fear, Mr. Erlevoort, no fear; ’tis all clearing up nicely.”
Eline gave a little smile of contempt, but she felt a little upset; Black
Jack had reminded her of Fabrice.
The company had risen from the whist-table, and the conversation
became lively and general. The fortune-telling had given an impetus
to the gaiety all round, and Etienne was loud in his protestations to
Ange, who prophesied that he would be an old bachelor. Not he; he
declined with thanks.
Ange and Léonie persuaded Paul to sing something else, and Léonie
accompanied him in one of Massenet’s songs. In the [148]meantime
Betsy looked attentively at her sister and Otto, and thought she
could see that nothing had yet transpired between them. How Eline
did dilly-dally, to be sure! No; she had managed it better herself. She
had quietly accepted van Raat when he in his clumsiness had
proposed to her. What was Eline thinking about? why in Heaven’s
name shouldn’t she accept Erlevoort? They were quite cut out for
one another. And she worried herself about that sentimental
hesitation on the part of her sister, when she had the chance of
marrying into a good family, and a man in a fair position. Her eye
glanced coldly on Eline’s slender form, to which that hesitating
coyness lent an additional charm, and she remarked it, as she also
remarked the unwonted earnestness that seemed to be diffused
over her beauty. What a lot of to-do about such a simple matter! But
when she caught sight of her husband, who was talking to Otto, she
felt even more annoyed; how stupid he was, to be sure! Had he
really no notion as yet why Otto was there that evening?
Madame van Raat left later than she usually did, still feeling
uncertain in her mind about Eline’s decision. She had to some extent
anticipated a sort of family evening, and she felt decidedly
disappointed.
It was now long past twelve, and Madame Eekhof and her
daughters, together with Emilie, Vincent, and Paul, prepared to go,
the girls, amid much laughing banter, being conducted by Henk and
Etienne through the hall to their carriage. Betsy, Eline, and Otto
remained behind in the little boudoir, and the silence somewhat
embarrassed them. But Betsy purposely rose and walked into the
drawing-room towards the card-table, as though to gather up the
scattered counters. To Eline it seemed as if the ground was giving
way under her. She could not hide her confusion from Otto’s eyes,
and he, although he had had no intention that evening of reverting
to his request, did not feel himself strong enough to resist the
temptation of the moment, now that they were alone together.
“Adieu then; forgive me, pray, for having worried you a second
[149]time,” he said, and with that he lightly pressed her fingers and
went.
As for her, however, she felt herself suddenly relenting into a melting
tenderness. Trembling and shaking all over, she all but fell to the
floor, but she saved herself by rushing towards the door, where she
clung to the heavy draperies, and altogether yielding herself up to
her emotions, she cried—
“Otto! Otto!”
He could not repress a light cry. He quickly turned back and caught
her in his arms, and with his face all aglow with pleasure he led her
back into the boudoir.
She made no reply, but flung herself sobbing on his bosom, her spirit
utterly broken with her inward struggles.
She just ventured to lift up her face, whilst she lay trembling in his
arms, her only reply being her tearful glance and her faint smile.
“But where is Otto all this time?” Eline heard him exclaim, and she
could at the same time distinguish Betsy’s voice, who whispered
something.
Otto looked smilingly down upon the little weeping head, which,
suddenly alarmed, was pressed against his bosom.
“Come, shall we go, then?” he asked, and in his simplicity he
beamed with joy.
Slowly, very slowly, she let him lead her away, still sobbing in his
arms, her head hid on his shoulder. Betsy met them with a laugh,
and pressed Otto’s hand with a significant glance. Henk and Etienne
were somewhat surprised.
It was Henk’s turn to smile now, and Etienne’s, who opened his eyes
wide with amazement.
“Well, I will congratulate you, sissy, with all my heart. But the deuce!
come, don’t cry like that—what’s the idea of that now? Come, give
us a laugh now, for a change.”
In confusion she covered her face with her hands, and now Betsy
thought that it was her turn to give her a kiss, and she just touched
the dishevelled little locks.
The two brothers left, and Eline fled to her room, where she found
Mina, who was just lighting the lamp. The servant-maids had heard
the news from Gerard, who had come into the drawing-room at a
very inopportune moment, and Mina congratulated her, and looked
at her with an inquisitive smile about her lips.
At last she was alone. She glanced in the mirror, and she started
when she saw the tearful pallor of her face. Yet it seemed to her as
though her soul glided away in a still, blue lake, that noiselessly
covered her with its waters, a spot where an eternal peace seemed
to reign, a Nirvana, the calm rapture of which was to her a new
happiness. [151]
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CHAPTER XVI.
It was a fresh, bright May day, after a week of rain and chill mists.
Jeanne had sent her children—Dora, Wim, and Fritsje—for a walk
with their nurse, to the Schevening Boschjes. She herself, however,
had stayed at home, as she was always much occupied, and she felt
lonely in her apartments, sitting there by herself, doing her knitting
and darning in a pale sunbeam which she, regardless of her carpet
and her curtains, allowed to stream freely into the room. Frans was
away in Amsterdam, where he had gone to consult a physician. It
was now half-past one, thought Jeanne, as she glanced at the
timepiece, the tick of which was heard very distinctly in the quiet
room. About half-past five Frans would return, and the time which
she had yet to wait seemed so many ages to her, although she
thought it splendid for once to be able to do such a lot of work
undisturbed.
The pale sunbeam fell right over her, but it did not trouble her; on
the contrary she basked in its faint warmth. The light shimmered
about her light-brown hair, and imparted to her sunken white cheeks
an alabaster transparency; it shimmered too over her thin, delicate
fingers, as with a steady, rhythmical motion she plied her needle.
And how she longed for the summer! oh, that May, with its damp
misty weather and its rare bright days, might soon be passed! how
could she have cherished any illusion of May being a month of spring
beauty, as the poets falsely said?
She smiled a little sadly as she bent over the chemisette she was
making, to press down a seam with her fingers; she smiled when
she reflected that every illusion, the smallest even, vanished into air,
while her life rolled on, and the future, which she feared with a
great, mysterious, unspeakable terror, continually faded away, to
make room for that gloomy, monotonous reality. And now—now she
shuddered, now once more that fearful presentiment rose up in her
soul, like a veiled spectre; something would happen to them, some
inevitable disaster would crush them. She took a deep breath,
shuddering, her hand pressed on her bosom; shuddering, not for
herself, not for him—but for the children.
She rose, it was impossible for her to continue her work, and yet she
must not be idle on the rare day when the children left her
undisturbed. Oh, why was she not stronger? And leaning [152]against
the window-sill she let herself be entirely covered by the ray of
sunshine, like a pale hot-house flower longing for light and air, and
she gazed, absorbed in her thoughts of what was to be, into the
little square patch of garden behind the grocery shop below. A lilac
was just budding into leaf, but in the centre or side beds nothing as
yet was growing, and before Jeanne’s eyes there suddenly arose a
vision of Persian roses, such as those that bloomed on their property
at Temanggoeng, big, like pink beakers, full of sweet odour. It was
as though she smelt that odour; it was as though the blushing tint of
those flowers dispelled the dull gray thoughts, and left in their place
merely a longing for warmth and love.
Thus she felt when the bell rang, and Mathilde van Ryssel entered.
They had met each other once or twice at the van Raats’, and they
were aware of a certain sympathy between them.
“I have really come with the evil intention of tempting you out for a
walk,” said Mathilde smiling. “It is glorious weather, and it will do you
good.”
“But, Tilly, the children are out, and Frans as well. Really I can’t, I
have work to do.”
“What insurmountable objects, to be sure!” laughed Mathilde. “You
need not take care of the house.”
“No; but when the children come home, and find me out——”
Jeanne felt a gentle delight at having the law laid her by that soft
voice, which even in its banter was pervaded with a tone of sadness.
And she yielded, feeling so happy, and ascended the stairs to dress,
almost humming the while.
They had passed through the Laan van Meerdervoort and reached
the Schevening road, which they followed. There were but few
people about. Mathilde let herself be carried away by her feelings,
and revived by the clear, fresh air, little talkative though she might
be generally in her reserve, and her silent grief.
“You don’t know how—how good mamma is,” she said. “She lives
only for her dear ones—for her children and her grandchildren. She
never has the slightest want of her own; whatever she thinks or
does, ’tis all for us. And I believe if you asked her which of us she
liked best, she could not tell you. Yes; she is mad with Etienne;
Etienne is always jolly, like a child, and because she too is cheerful
and likes a good laugh, his jokes do her good; but that she cares
equally for Frédérique or Otto, or for my children, I have no doubt.
When mamma writes to London, or Zwolle, or to the Horze, it is one
long complaint that she never sees those stray sheep. You can
understand how unhappy she was when Cathérine and Suzanne
married and left her. I believe she would like to build a sort of hotel,
where she could stow the lot of us—Théodore and Howard and
Stralenburg, and all the rest. Dear, dear mamma!”
They both were silent for a time. The Schevening road twisted itself
like a long gray ribbon before them, with a distant perspective of
tree stems under a network of budding twigs. The sunshine
glistened on the fresh young foliage waving bright under the clear
blue sky, and on the old stems there appeared a new layer of fresh
green moss, soft as velvet. The chirping of birds vibrated through
the clear atmosphere in tones of crystal.
“How glorious it is here!” said Mathilde; “one lives anew. But let us
get into this little lane. The people tire me; I dare say we tire them
too; we are out of harmony with nature’s surroundings. I always
think people so ugly amid green foliage, especially in the early
spring. You see, I am beginning to philosophize.”
“But how about yourself, Mathilde? You are always talking about
your mamma, but never about yourself.”
“If you have imagined yourself very happy, happy through and with
one, for whose sake you would have sacrificed body and soul, and
you observe—But ah! why speak about that?”
“Oh no; I have suffered. There was a time when I thought I should
have gone mad, and I cursed the name of God; but that bitter
sorrow has been transformed into a lethargy that is past. I never
think of it, I only think of my four little darlings. And that thought
fills my mind sufficiently, so that I need not become a living mummy.
You know, until now I have been teaching them myself; but ’tis
getting time for Tina and Jo to go to school. Otto says so at least;
but I should miss them very much, and mamma, of course, sides
with me there. Darlings!”
Perhaps she only fancied it, but Jeanne thought that in that dull
resignation she could detect a tone of suppressed bitterness, and
she could not help taking Mathilde’s hand in hers and whispering
pityingly—
“Poor girl!”
“Yes; you—you are richer than I, you have your children and you
have your husband,” answered Mathilde with a sad smile, whilst her
eyes filled with tears; “and though you have your troubles and
vexations, you have more—more than I. Let that be your comfort
when you have a fit of melancholy. Just think of me, think that I
could yet envy you, if—if everything were not dead within me,
everything except that one thing alone.”
“Mathilde! Oh, how can you speak like that? it pains me!”
“It should not do so, for me it pains no longer. ’Tis only just a faint
memory of what has been, you know; nothing more. But still, ’tis
better to be silent about it; the raking up of these memories does
me no good, but hurts me, though I am almost a mummy.”
“No, no, Jeanne; oh, truly no, never more! Do not speak any more
about it, or—I—I shall feel myself brought back to life again. No,
don’t; never again—I beg of you.”
She leaned back against the seat, and tears dropped from her
lashes, whilst with her waxen pallor, and in her sombre black dress,
she seemed a picture of an infinite, unspeakable sorrow. She would
not be brought back to life, she wanted to be dead!
Jeanne did not want to get home too late, so that she might be
there before the children and Frans. So they turned back.
“And now I dare say I have made you sad, when I wanted to refresh
you with a pleasant walk?” asked Mathilde smiling. “Yes; that comes
of all that philosophy; forgive me, do!”
Jeanne could find nothing to say, and shook her head smilingly, to
signify that she was really not sad. And in her inmost soul she had to
acknowledge deeply—though Mathilde’s silent despair had at first
grieved her—now that she herself had once more assumed her
ordinary semblance of resignation, that pity for her friend became
fused into a feeling of peace and rest, as far as her own small
troubles were concerned. By the side of that one great ever-reviving
sorrow the latter seemed to her small and insignificant, the easily-
borne troubles of life, whilst had she been doomed to bear
Mathilde’s sorrows, she would have been crushed beneath them.
She felt a remorse that she was ungrateful for all the good that was
bestowed on her, and which still was hers—a remorse that
sometimes she dared to feel herself wretched at her fate, and yet
she had been spared so much sorrow! Frans, he might have his
faults, he might be hasty and disagreeable when he was ill; still he
loved her, a and after a moment’s reflection, he was always ready to
own himself in the wrong; still he prized her. And in that sweet
thought, which made her feel proudly contented, she could no
longer feel sad in sympathy, though she considered herself an
egotist on account of it; but oh! it was so rarely that she felt such a
delicious sweetness pervade her little soul; was it wrong then for a
brief moment to feel an egotist’s pleasure?
Mathilde took her home again, and Jeanne left to herself longed, full
of renewed animation, for her children. Soon they came, refreshed
with their bout in the open, and she embraced them [156]almost
impetuously, and let them tell her where they had been, what they
had done. And when Dora was a little peevish, she joked and played
with the little weakling until she laughed. Life did not seem quite so
sombre now; why not be a bit cheerful?
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CHAPTER XVII.
Lili sat reading in the small drawing-room, when Frédérique entered.
She had been paying some visits and came to finish her afternoon at
the Verstraetens’.
“No,” answered Lili; “we have been out. Marie is still up-stairs.”
“Oh no; not at all,” replied Lili. “Marie is doing some drawing, I
believe; or perhaps she has some writing to do, as she often has.”
“Oh, no—a novel, or something of the sort; but you had better not
say anything about it; perhaps she does not like us to know.”
Frédérique was silent; but inwardly she wondered that Lili had not
remarked how lately there was something unusual about Marie,
something excitable and nervous, so very different from her former
healthy cheerfulness. However, she thought, perhaps it was only her
fancy after all. [157]
“You know we are going to the Oudendyks’ this evening,” she said,
to turn the conversation.
“Oh yes; you told me some time ago that you were invited. So you
are going out again, eh? You have been a little blasé for a time,
haven’t you? at least you were always taken ill after an invitation,”
laughed Lili.
“Oh, I felt very ill at ease,” Frédérique answered frankly. “It was, you
know, on account of that folly of Otto’s. But now that there is
nothing more to do in the affair, I wash my hands of it. He ought to
know best, eh? Anyhow, I don’t see the use of fretting because——”
She did not finish the sentence, and her eyes became moist, as an
expression of haughty disdain formed about her mouth.
“But, Freddie,” Lili gently remonstrated, “he has known her so long;
all the time she has been living at the van Raats’; and if he really
cares for her——”
“Oh, there’s nothing I should desire more, than that all may go well,
and they may be happy. But I can’t help it. Eline I cannot bear. Of
course now I force myself to be nice and friendly to her; but you
know it is so difficult for me to make myself appear different from
what I am. But come, let us talk about something else; it can’t be
helped now, and the less I think of it the better. Shall we go up-
stairs to Marie?”
Lili agreed, and they went. In the girls’ sitting-room Marie was
seated at a little writing-table; a few sheets of writing lay before her,
but her head was resting on her hand, and with her pen she was, as
if lost in thought, drawing some strokes across a blank sheet of
paper. When Freddie and Lili entered, she gave a sudden start.
“Certainly not; you know better, don’t you? So unsociable too of Lili,
to sit down all by herself, down-stairs.”
Lili did not answer; neither of them was in the habit of staying in her
room in the afternoon, and it was Marie herself who was unsociable.
“What will it all end in?” laughed Freddie. “The future looks very
dismal, especially in your case. Behind those blue mountains and the
misty horizon there is something hidden, I know.”
Frédérique fancied she could see a tear glide through Marie’s fingers,
which she held in front of her eyes. Lili kept herself occupied
arranging a few books in a bookcase.
“Oh dear, no, Freddie; don’t you fancy anything of the sort. You are
getting just as romantic as Lili. There is nothing, really. ’Tis only that
I feel wretchedly bored, that is all; I want some cheerfulness. Hallo,
old chappie!”
Her brother entered, somewhat surprised. [159]
“Eh! what are you three doing here? Talking about your gentleman
friends, I’ll bet!” he cried noisily.
“What a wise remark,” answered Marie. “Just like the men. ’Tis your
natural vanity that makes you say such a thing, though you are but a
boy yourself. Wait a bit, I’ll teach you.”
She ran after him round the table, whilst he, mocking her, deftly
skipped over a chair, which he quickly placed in her way. Freddie and
Lili roared with laughter at their antics. All at once he rushed out of
the room, and Marie after him.
“What a girl that Marie is!” cried Freddie wonderingly. It passed her
understanding. After a while Marie returned, all out of breath.
“Of course not,” she answered. “That boy is like a goat, so nimble,
he skips over everything. Ah, ’tis a treat, a run like that. I wish I
were a boy.”
Marie looked out and sighed. Yes; she would always laugh away that
feeling, that cruel, gnawing bitterness, out of her heart, as she had
done just now. She was growing old, downright old, and tiresome.
Without mercy for herself she would wrench away that blossom from
her soul, she would again and again blot out that vision. It was
torture, but still she must do it.
And as she stared away into that melancholy mist, ascending in gray
layers over the valley yonder, a beloved face rose up before her
moist eyes—a manly face, with an expression of frankness and
sincerity in its eyes, and beaming with a winning smile; but it was
not upon her, but upon Eline, that that smile threw its brightness.
The tramcars running between the Ouden Schevening road and the
Kurhaus were thronged. At the junction of the Anna Paulownastraat
and the Laan Copes van Cattenburgh they were stormed by waiting
crowds, and in a moment they were filled to overflowing—inside,
outside, and on the platforms. There was a vast amount [160]of
pushing to obtain even the merest standing-room, among the
numbers of ladies, who, nervous and excited, fluttered about in their
gay toilets, peering through the windows in the hope of finding a
vacant spot. The conductors pulled the bells, and shouted to those
who were left behind, who turned away and began to watch for the
next car to arrive. The horses started, and the faces of those who
had managed to wedge their way in, and were seated packed close
as herrings, now beamed with happiness after the successful
struggle.
“What a crowd! It’s fearful,” said Eline, looking down upon the
surging mass with a placid smile.
She sat beside Betsy in the open landau, with Henk and Otto facing
her. Dirk, the coachman, had been compelled to halt a moment, but
now again the long file of carriages began to move. Herman, the
little footman, sat on the box with crossed arms, motionless and
straight in his light gray livery with its bright buttons.
“There will be a terrible crowd,” said Betsy. “But it’s in the open air,
so we need not fear we shall get no seat.”
Not a breath of wind stirred through the dense foliage, and after a
day of intense heat and glaring sun, with the gathering twilight a
leaden heaviness seemed to descend over everything. Eline, rather
faint with the heat, leaned back with pale cheeks and spoke little;
only now and then glancing at Otto through her drooping lashes,
with an archness that was full of happiness. Betsy kept up a lively
conversation with van Erlevoort, for Henk was not very talkative
either, reflecting as he was whether it would not have been wiser to
have stayed at home drinking a cup of tea in the garden, rather than
rush away directly after dinner to Scheveningen.
“Well, all I can say is, I should be dead after a month of it. I say,
Otto, you are laughing; tell me honestly now—do you think it’s
affectation, or do you really believe that I cannot bear such heat?”
She looked at him with feigned anger, and shook her little head
reproachfully.
“What are you two planning together?” asked Henk, with curiosity.
“Nothing at all; eh, Otto? A little secret between us; hush!” and she
held her finger to her mouth, enjoying their mystification.
The fact was she did not wish Otto to call her by the familiar
diminutive every one else gave her. She wanted him to invent one
for himself alone, one that was not worn and stale, something new
and fresh. He did not think it very childish of her, eh? And he had
exhausted himself trying to think of one, but whatever he said she
was not satisfied; he had better try again. Well, had he found
something at last?
“Look here, until now I have found you less tiresome than most
engaged couples, so don’t you, too, start these intolerable inanities,”
cried Betsy indignantly, but without much anger.
“Well; and how about you and Henk then, at one time!” laughed
Eline. “Eh, Henk?” [162]
“Ah, I should think so!” answered Henk laughing, whilst she, at the
thought of her sister’s betrothal, now years ago, felt a faint
recollection of her feelings in those days rise to her mind, like
something very far away and strange.
But they had long passed by the villas along the Badhuis road, and
by the Galeries at the rear of the Kurhaus, and they drew up at the
steps of the terrace, by the sea.
The Eekhofs and the Hydrechts were seated at a little table close to
the band-stand, when Betsy, Eline, Otto, and Henk passed one by
one through the turnstile. They never saw them, however, and
walked on, Otto’s hand resting on Eline’s arm.
“Look, there are the van Raats, and Miss Vere, with Erlevoort!” said
young Hydrecht. “They are here every evening lately.”
“But they are a nice pair,” said Madame Eekhof. “There are less
suitable matches.”
“Anyhow, they walk decently,” said Ange. “Sometimes those engaged
couples make themselves ridiculous—Marguerite van Laren, for
instance, who is always brushing the dust off her intended’s coat.”
Betsy meanwhile, bowing and smiling right and left, thought they
had better not walk about any more, but look for a table
somewhere.
She could not help being as she was; she felt it difficult to be
nothing but herself; but, on the other hand, it was easy for her to
imagine herself playing one or another part: this time it was that of
the somewhat affected but ever-charming and happy fiancée of a
manly young fellow, one of her own circle, who was liked
everywhere for his unaffected pleasantness. Yes; she was happy—
she felt it, with all the delight of a satisfied longing in her heart,
which had so long craved for happiness; she was happy in the peace
and calm which his great, silent love—which she guessed at rather
than understood—had given her; she was happy in the blue stillness
of that limpid lake, that Nirvana into which her fantasy-burdened
soul had glided as into a bed of down. So happy was she, even to
her very nerves, which were as loosened chords after their long-
continued tension, that often she felt a tear of intense gratefulness
rise to her eye. The stream of people passed by her incessantly, and
began to whirl a little before her eyes, so that once or twice she did
not return their greetings.
“Eline, why don’t you bow? Can’t you see Madame van der Stoor and
little Cateau?” whispered Betsy reproachingly.
Eline looked round, and gave her friendliest nod, when Vincent Vere
and Paul van Raat approached them. They remained standing, as
there were no vacant chairs to be seen.
“Would you two like to sit down for a moment; that is, if Eline cares
to walk?” asked Otto, half rising.
Eline thought it was a capital idea, and whilst Vincent and Paul took
their seats, she and Otto slowly followed the stream of
promenaders. They approached the band-stand, and the high violin
movements in the overture to Lohengrin were swelling out fuller and
fuller, like rays of crystal.
At the loud fortissimo she took a deep breath, and while the brittle
threads of harmony brought forth by the violins spun themselves
out, thinner and thinner in texture, the swans, stately and beautiful,
also floated away.
“Don’t you think it foolish? I always feel myself so—so much better
than at other times, when I hear beautiful music; it is then that I get
a feeling as though I am not quite unworthy of you,” she lisped at
his ear, so that none overheard her. “Perhaps it is childish, but I
really cannot help it.”
“Nothing. I like you so much when you say anything about yourself
and me,” she murmured, full of a blissful feeling to which she could
give no utterance. His hand gently pressed her arm, and a tremor
passed through her, as they walked on amid the laughing, pushing
throng between the tables, stared at by all who knew them. [165]
Eline and Otto all at once heard their names softly mentioned. They
looked round and saw Madame Verstraeten with Marie, Lili, and
Frédérique seated at a little table. Georges de Woude had already
risen and nodded to them, smiling. They came nearer and shook
hands.
“Théodore writes that Suzanne and van Stralenburg, with the baby,
are coming to stay with them next week, and mamma is all
excitement about it.”
“Percy wrote he was coming towards the latter part of July. Well, van
Stralenburg cannot stay longer than the twentieth, writes Théodore.
So you can understand”—and she forced herself to look kindly at
Eline—“you can understand how mamma feels about it. To journey
to Zwolle, that she will not be able to manage; and to leave the
Hague before the twentieth, while Howard and Cathérine are coming
—that of course she cannot do.”
“But Howard is also going to the Horze later on, is he not?” asked
Otto.
“Yes; but he will want to stay a little in the Hague first, and take
advantage of Scheveningen,” answered Frédérique. “Mamma is
thinking of all sorts of plans; she would be in despair if she did not
see her new grandchild this summer, you can understand that.”
Meanwhile Lili told Madame Verstraeten that she would take a walk
round with de Woude, and the old lady asked Otto to sit down for a
moment until they returned.
“How pretty Eline is, is she not, de Woude?” asked Lili. Since she
had been skating with him she allowed him to call her by her name,
and she called him simply de Woude. “I can’t help remarking it
whenever I see her.”
“Oh no, no; I don’t care a bit,” she answered, also laughing; “only all
the gentlemen think her pretty, that’s why I can’t understand that
you don’t. And I can’t make out either why Frédérique does not like
her. If I were a man, I should fall madly in love with her.”
The first part of the programme was at an end, and the throng of
promenaders grew denser. Georges and Lili found themselves
hemmed in on all sides, and they could proceed no farther.