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That question was never answered by Fay, deeply though she pondered over it. It remained a mystery to her all of her life. She recalled little scraps of his conversation, tiny incidents which might have shown her that he knew. But she had noticed nothing at the time. Her cheek burned when she recalled his tranquil, sarcastic voice. "Not on the high road. You are in the right.
"Yes, Lassiter," cried Shefford. "Look, Fay! Look, Jane! See! Indians hogans mustangs there above the green bank!" The boat glided slowly shoreward. And the deep, hungry, terrible rumble of the remorseless river became something no more to dread.
In the works of Sir Arthur Pinero I recall two cases in which the lack of a finger-post impairs the desired effect: slightly, in the one instance, in the other, very considerably. The third act of that delightful comedy The Princess and the Butterfly contains no sufficient indication of Fay Zuliani's jealousy of the friendship between Sir George Lamorant and the Princess Pannonia.
The Island o' Fay, Silence, Eleonore, were the familiar spirits of an apartment beautiful with Manets and tapestry; Swinburne and Rossetti were the English poets I read there; and in a golden bondage, I, a unit in the generation they have enslaved, clanked my fetters and trailed my golden chain, a set of stories in many various metres, to be called "Roses of Midnight."
"Do so to me and more also, if I allow more time than is necessary to pass before I fall upon those Scotch scoundrels and smite them hip and thigh! Send the word around, Stephen Fay. Let them that will gather here. Be sure Warner knows of this; I will send for 'Member myself. His company will be first ready, I have no doubt.
She knew that when he talked of his consciousness of guidance by a Higher Power in the important decisions of his life he always meant following the line of least resistance. In this case the line of least resistance might tend towards marriage. "It never struck me as possible till now," she said aloud, "that Fay would think seriously of him." "I don't suppose she is.
"A right Jack-o'-Lantern, as everybody knaws," suggested Mr. Blee. "Ess fay, 'tis truth. Shifting and oncertain as the marsh gallopers on the moor bogs of a summer night. Awnly a youth's faults, you mind; but still faults.
"So do I," said Jan. "I should hardly have known Tony," he continued; "he looks capital. And as for little Fay she's a picture, but she always was." "Did they know you?" "Did they know me!" "Were they awfully pleased?" "They were ever so jolly; even Tony shouted." At the lodge they met the Squire.
Ah, said Morgan le Fay, an I had wist that, thou shouldst not have departed so soon as thou shalt.
The boon, therefore, that I bring thee is the power and the will to esteem others as frail mortals equally deserving with thyself." And then the sixth fairy, the youngest and the most beautiful of all, who was none other than Morgan le Fay, the Queen of Avalon, caught up the child, and danced about the room in rapturous joy.
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