The Trespasser, Volume 3

the bar, they were sure of getting in, though the tide was low. The boat was docile to the lug-sail and the helm. As they were

the Continent, Delia preferring to go back with her father-his sympathy was more tender. They had seen no newspapers, and they did not know that Gaston was at Audierne. Gasgoyne knowing, as all the world knew, that t

er. Then came confusion and dismay: the flapping of the wet, half-lowered sails, and the whipping of the slack ropes, making all effort useless. There was no chance of her- hold

sed the Kismet. He

ut perhaps we can

flus

a coward, Gaston?

rm, and act insta

t, while Andree got the oars into the rowlocks. It was his idea to dip under the yacht's stern, but he found himself drifting alongside, and in danger of dashing broadside on her. He got an oar and backed with all his stren

respond to Gaston's call was her first instinct. But then, life was sweet. Besides, she had to think of others. Her father, too, was chiefly concerned for her safety and for his yach

ready, jumped. He caught her in his arms as she came. The boat swayed as the others leaped, and he held her close meanwhile. Her eyes closed, she shudde

elm, the oars were got out, and they made over to the channel,

The former went to Delia now and said a few cheery words, but, from be

r. Belward," he said,

it was tickl

Gaston was looking at De

goyne c

o try Point du Raz. Of course

as struck by the girl's beauty and

voice: "Belward, what a fool-what a fool! You h

nswered

alking. The rocks will have

turned to

he added, suddenly: "Of course you know how w

as the reply. "Brave enou

ou?" but he was conscious how little right he had to b

ame to Delia. She did not quite know how to comfort her, but sh

g a hand round her shoulder, "yo

t to her feet, but swayed, and

rcumstances? No. But this girl-Delia-was of a different order: was that it? All nerves and sentiment! At one of those lunches in the grand world she had seen a lady burst into tears suddenly at some one's reference to Senegal. She herself had only cried four times, that she remembered; w

one? The other w

art had a wild hunger for that something which this girl had and she

Gaston a guttural cheer. Three of them, indeed, had been drinking his health. They embraced him and k

He proposed the Hotel de France to Mr. Gasgoyne, who assented. It was difficult to separate here on the quay: they

l. Mr. Gasgoyne said that they would leave by train for Paris the next da

her, and, in Mr. Gasgoyne's name, offered a price for the recovery of the yacht or of certain things in her. Then he went into the

r father had gone to find a doctor. Gaston would have

et it over now. He came f

tter?" he said. "It

course," she responded. "

ated, th

e fortunate

e included. She deserved that;

a woman: "The girl-ah, yes, please

girl started. Her face had a cold, scornful prid

eak as they

and, then, as

ineffaceably su

or ever," he a

d the counsel

dow-trembled with indignation: the insult of his el

lle. It was laid upon the table. Delia, wondering, ordered it to be opened. A bundle of clothes

elia said to the serva

onan, mad

missed th

she asked of Gaston

ary to speak of t

ack. There is a little shop near by

olive-branch, but a touch of primitive hospitality. She

to go. "Is there anything more that I

ng at all, thank you." T

ght be patched up one day yet. This affair with the dompteuse was mad sai

e said. "We can get along all right. G

prompt. "In

ing that he was going to speak f

her. After a mom

, I am going

it down,

g to fight

us all. I needn't say what more. It's done, and now you know what such th

ce broke a li

have handicapped us to-day." Then, with a burst of reproach, indignation, and trouble: "Great God, a

ath at the reference to Andree, but sorrowful, and pity

they parted

on the stone seat, and took off his hat while the procession passed. He had met the cure, first accidentally on the shore, and afterwards in the cure's house, finding much in common-he had known many priests in the North, known much good of them. The

e saw the Kismet beating upon the rocks-the sailors had given up any idea of saving her. He stood and watched the sea breaking over her, and the whole scene flashed back on him. He thought how easily he

n, it isn't morals that concerns them. Well, IT give them sensation. They expect me to hid

dy for some time. He sat down, and presently Andree came. There was a look in her face that he

tters: from his grandfather, from Captain Maudsley. The first was stern, imperious, reproachful.-Shame for those that took him in and made him, a ruined re

he would give up the woman at once, and come back. He owed something to his p

morality or immorality; but the tradition o

d over, forgetting that Andree was watching him. Looking up, he caught her eyes, with their strange, sad look. She guessed

f you wish; but I wou

rst, and asked who "Fara

letter, and afterwar

and these! What will you do? Give 'the woman'

r, exasperating. G

you think

said. "Wait, King of Ys

ith a strange slowness. It began without any form of address

ery day, and I cannot believe that God will not answer. Oh! think of the wrong that you have done: of the wrong to the girl, to her soul's good. Think of that, and right the wrong in so far as you can. Oh, Gaston, my brother, I need not explai

ir real relations should be made known to the world if he needed her, or if disaste

ing with my grandfather's cousin, the Dean of Dighbury, the father of the boy you saved. He is very kind, and he knows all. May

WING

nothing in his life had done since his father's death. It had nothing of noblesse oblige, but straight statement of wrong, as she saw it. And a sister without an open

do?" asked Andree. "Do

ad not had a chance, she had not the stuff for it in her veins; she ha

altogether imposs

not take

not. She h

She'd jump at

, Andree; and it

m only a gipsy

t all,

ick sob: "But I may be- Oh, I can't say it, Gaston!" S

elves. He had drifted. A hundred ideas ran back and forth. He went to t

d touched h

ve me, Gaston? What d

indly, with a prot

etter, Andr

the window. She pushed the letter between his fingers. He did not turn. "I cannot understand

e threw her arms about him

of those sudden changes, she added, with a wild litt

t delivered it on his rounds, because the address was not correct. It was for mad

s nephew. Zoug- Zoug's name is not George Maur, a

t now-dompteuse, an

ug at last, and Ian Belward had talk

night and those first days in Audierne: that strange sixth sense, divination-vague, helpless prescience. And her

in a chair, looking straight before her. Her lips were bl

?" he said. "That l

the surface. He spread the letter out before him. The candle showed his face gone grey and knotted with misery. He could bear all the rest: fight, do all that was right to the coming mother of his child; but this m

o tell me abou

hands over her eyes. Presentl

ending, cruel time,-the life-sorrow of a defenceless girl,- Gaston heard with a hard sort of coldness. The promised marriage was a matter for the man's mirth a week later. They came across three young artists from Paris-Bagshot, Fancourt, and another-who camped one night beside them. It was

rl!" he said at last.

he asked. He scarcely

me to think. I wi

ll come

ve days, i

manner was strangely quiet. "A little trading schooner goes from Douarnenez to England to-morrow morni

y well. I will start f

acques

N

to Douarnenez. He did not recognise them, but Delia, seei

e was to care for the horses. When he saw his master ride down over th

said I would never leave him, wherever he go or whateve

said earnestly; "you must never le

was gathering all her life into the compass of an hour. She

said over and over to

the barbarian i

ris, saying to Jacques and Annette