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Updated: June 21, 2025
When he had gone, Carterette sat wondering why it was that Ranulph's father should inspire her with such dislike. She knew that at this moment no man in Jersey was so popular as Olivier Delagarde. The longer she thought the more puzzled she became. No sooner had she got one theory than another forced her to move on. In the language of her people, she did not know on which foot to dance.
At first Carterette was inclined to run towards the prophet-like figure it was Ranulph's father; next she drew back with dislike his smile was leering malice under the guise of amiable mirth.
At first Carterette was inclined to run towards the prophet-like figure it was Ranulph's father; next she drew back with dislike his smile was leering malice under the guise of amiable mirth.
She flattered herself, however, that she could lighten his gravity if she had the right and the good opportunity; the more so that he no longer visited the cottage in the Place du Vier Prison. This drew her closer to Guida also, for, in truth, Carterette had no loftiness of nature. Like most people, she was selfish enough to hold a person a little dearer for not standing in her own especial light.
After Ranulph, at Richambeau's command, had told the tale of the ascent, the Frenchman said: "No one but an Englishman could be fool enough to try such a thing, and none but a fool could have had the luck to succeed. But even a fool can get a woman to follow him, and so this flyaway followed you, and " Carterette made for Richambeau as though to scratch his eyes out, but Ranulph held her back.
She turned pale, and, looking up into his eyes with a kind of fear, she said brokenly: "It's not because you feel you must? It's not because you know I love you, Ranulph is it? It's not for that alone?" "It is because I want you, garcon Carterette," he answered tenderly, "because life will be nothing without you."
And God did hear them, for they fell down flat when the guns was fired and the cannon balls never touched 'em." During this interlude, Guida, sick with anxiety, could scarcely sit still. She began sewing again, though her fingers trembled so she could hardly make a stitch. But Carterette, the little egoist, did not notice her agitation; her own flurry dimmed her sight. She began reading again.
She had watched the day decline, the evening come, and the lighting of the crassets and the candles, and had waited to hear the words that meant more to her than her own life. At last the great moment came, and she could hear the foreman's voice whining the fateful words, "More Guilty than Innocent." It was Carterette Mattingley, and the prisoner at the bar was her father.
There was something unnatural in her governance of herself now. She seemed as if doing things in a dream, but she did them accurately and with apparent purpose. She looked at the clock, then went to the fire to light it, for it was almost time to get her grandfather's tea. She did not seem conscious of the presence of Carterette, who still sat on the veille, not knowing quite what to do.
The little Chevalier watched the boat glide out into the gloom of night, and waited till he knew that they must all be aboard Ranulph's schooner and making for the sea. Then he turned and went back to the empty house in the Rue d'Egypte. Opening the book Carterette had placed in his hands before they left the house, he turned up and scanned closely the last written page.
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