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He was slipping away into sleep when he realised that Guida was singing "Spin, spin, belle Mergaton! The moon wheels full, and the tide flows high, And your wedding-gown you must put it on Ere the night hath no moon in the sky Gigoton Mergaton, spin!" "I had never thought she was so much a woman," he said drowsily; "I I wonder why I never noticed it."
He was exceedingly wroth, and poured forth his vexation in a torrent of very unparliamentary language. "Corpo di Guida!" he exclaimed, among a curious assortment of heterogeneous adjurations "Body of Judas!" stooping to the ground as he spoke, and striking the back of his hand against it, with an action that very graphically represented a singular survival of the classical testor inferos!
But one of the other selves of him calling down from the little attic where dark things brood, told him that to throw up his present chances would bring him no nearer and no sooner to Guida, and must return him to the prison whence he came. Yet he would write to Guida now, and send the letter when he was released from parole.
Guida's hands were on the tiller firmly, doing Jean's bidding promptly. In all they were five. Besides Guida and Ranulph, Jean and Jean's wife, there was a young English clergyman of the parish of St. Michael's, who had come from England to fill the place of the rector for a few months. Word had been brought to him that a man was dying on the Ecrehos.
"Five years ago," Guida continued, "I was married to Philip d'Avranche by the Reverend Lorenzo Dow in the church of St. Michael's " The Bailly interrupted with a grunt. "H'm Lorenzo Dow is well out of the way-have done." "May I not then be heard in my own defence?" Guida cried in indignation. "For years I have suffered silently slander and shame.
This compassion kept him from becoming hard, but it would also preserve him to hourly sacrifice Prometheus chained to his rock. In the short fortnight that had gone since the day upon the Ecrehos, he had changed as much as do most people in ten years. Since then he had seen neither Philip nor Guida. To Carterette he seemed not the man she had known.
Guida looked at the miniature earnestly, and then said a little wistfully: "How beautiful a face but the jewels are much too fine for me! What should one do here with rubies and diamonds? How can I thank the Duke!" "Not so. He will thank you for accepting it.
The mask had fallen, the game was up. Well, at least there would be no more lying, no more brutalising inward shame. All at once it appeared to Ranulph madness that he had not taken his father away from Jersey long ago. Yet too he knew that as things had been with Guida he could never have stayed away. Nothing was left but action. He must get his father clear of the island and that soon.
His thoughts were not so clear nor so discerning as Detricand's. No more than he understood Guida did he understand this clear-eyed, still, self-possessed woman. He thought her cold, unsympathetic, barren of that glow which should set the pulses of a man like himself bounding.
For the first time since he had spoken she smiled, yet her eyes filled with tears too. "You will let me tell you that I love you, Guida it is all I ask now: that you will listen to me?" She sighed, but did not answer. She kept looking at him, looking as though she would read his inmost soul. Her face was very young, though the eyes were so wise in their simplicity.
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