The Trespasser, Volume 3

s holiday; to the sorrow of her chief, and to the delight of Mr. Meyerbeer, who

nd others would be down for a Sunday. Gaston had not gone, had briefly declined. His uncle shrugged his shoulders, and went on with other work. It would end in his having to go to Paris and finish the picture there, he said. Perhaps the youth was getting into mischief? So much the b

erbeer was there also, at a safe distance. He saw Gaston purchase tickets, arrange his baggage, and enter t

to get out and shake him as would Andree's cub a puppy. But the trai

erne, Brittany," was

And after that: "Journe

edon, and

ing, as he walked away. "But I'd give five hundred dol

lony at the Hotel St. Malo, not one of the three who kne

erched upon a hill, with steps approaching, steps flanking; near it strange narrow alleys, leading where one cared not to search; a garden of pears and figs, and grapes, and innumera

igence from Douarnenez, and they laughed with delight, tired as they wer

ton maid. Jacques had not ordered a dinner at the hotel, but had got in fresh fish, lobsters, c

She was civilised, poor soul, and here they were a stone's throw from the cure and the church! Gaston and Andree, refreshed, travelled down the long steps to the village, over the place, along the quay, to the lighthouse and th

any, Andree," he said. She

ght at Penmar

ak the Breto

n you speak Pa

are so little l

of Paris: she was only twenty three. Presently she became restless, and shrank from him. Her eyes had a flitting hunted lo

the little dwarf of sense and memo

ght. He had met one unlike any he had ever known. He would wait. He would be patient. Would she come-home? She turned passively and took his arm. He talked, but he knew he was talking poorl

ng but the girl. It was not a time for retrospect, but to accept a situation. The

ee's voice. H

ing about. They had been speaking, but now bo

he asked quietly, but with a st

fused, a kind of si

it matter

e," he returned in a

anwhile, she seemed to beat up a fev

go this after

see," h

d, unhappy, went out alone. Annette saw, and mourned, entreated, prayed; Jacques was misera

ed children, and was not indifferent to the notice she attracted in the village; but was obviously distrait. Gaston was patient-and unhappy. So, this

ack to your work?" h

swered apathetically. He

g. A bundle of letters and papers, brought by the postman that evening, were beside him. He would not open them yet. He felt that there was trouble in them-he saw phrases, sentences flitting past him. But he would play this other bitter game out first. He let them lie. H

varbondt

don l

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don l

to her presen

es

e up for a mo

rel

e room door open, and b

led Ja

s quarters, Jacques

and watched him. He shut the door-locked

aid, "this is

s impos

re brute. The only thing that

she said, cold

redeem it. W

fitfully.

ned tow

k to Paris. To-night we part, howe

here when it pl

low and stern

tell you. Do you thi

r flying, her fingers

aid to tell me

mean that? That you wi

ll do as I

at, looking. Presently she tried to take her ey

s for a moment. "Yo

ered; then added sharply: "Who are

pa

friend and

t," he said, at the

d not matter. He would read them when she was gone-if she did go. He was far from

ly morning by feeling a face

" he asked. Her arms

Mon adore! Je t'

gainst it, but it was no use; yet she knew that she could not leave him. After he had told her to go, she had had a bitter struggle: now tears, now anger, and a wish to hate. At last she fell asleep. When she awoke she had changed, she was her old self, a

elf. Gaston had got the merchandise for w

other man," she sai

e said. "You

, no!" she

rrowful reserve, Mrs. Gasgoyne with impatience. His letters had missed them-he had written on leaving Paris, saying that his plans were indefinite, but he would write them definitely soon. After he came to Audierne it seemed impossible to write. How could he? No, let the American journalist do it. Be

He tore them up also. Another

'll probably come down to see you. I want to finish my picture on the site of the old City of Ys, there at Point du Raz.

al, Coil Blas, Galignani, and the New York Tom-Tom, one by one. Yes, it was there, with pictures of himself and Andree. A screaming sensati

iend of the lady, unkno

g-Z

Malo! Well, the bolt was shot: the worst

o all but De

wing his impulses -sacred to primitive man, justified by spear, arrow, and a strong arm. Why sheet home this as a scandal? How did they-the libellers-know but that he had married the girl? Exactly. He would see to that. He would play his game with open sincerity now. He could have wished secrecy for Delia Gasgoyne, and for his grand

o say the Commons, but he was fairer to the Commons than it, as a body, would be to him-who did much worse? These had escaped: the hunters had been after him. What would he do? Take the whip? He got to his feet with an oath. Take the whip? Never-never! He would fight this thing tooth and nail. Had he come to England

tle-a product of his time. But the British people he would fight, and he would not give up Ridley Co

nded for conceptions of social miseries according to surrounding i

was it so terrible? It could not affect her much in the eyes of the world. And her heart? He did not flatter himself. Yet he knew that it would be the thing-the fallen idol-that would grieve her more than thought of the man. He wished that he could h

, and the point was glorified. The boat ran in lightly between the steep dark shore and the comb of reef that looked like a host of stealthy pumas crumbling the water. They an

to the Breton tell the legends of the coast. At length Gaston's attention was a

e City of Ys stood long

a fooli

now the sto

he gods, for the woman was impious. The king must ride with her into th

g had struck him. He shook his head. Gasto

d, impatiently, "what

ce. There he had a fight-not with the woman, but in his heart. He turned to the people, and cried: 'Dry be your streets, and

. Now the king wou

r. He closed the book, got up, came forward to the sailor, who wa

ago would act the same

uite as careless as h

ngs then," he answered

eak again, but the

ll be a change of wind and

up once or twice within a fathom of their deck, devilish and devouring. But the