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Updated: May 29, 2025
There was a click of the garden-gate, a footstep on the walk, a half-growl from Biribi, and the face of Carterette Mattingley appeared in the kitchen doorway. Seeing Guida seated on the veille, she came in quickly, her dancing dark eyes heralding great news. "Don't get up, ma couzaine," she said, "please no. Sit just there, and I'll sit beside you. Ah, but I have the most wonderfuls!"
Suddenly the little chevalier broke in. "By the head of John the Baptist!" said he. Detricand put down his knife and fork in amazement, and Guida coloured, for the words sounded almost profane upon the chevalier's lips. Du Champsavoys held up his eye-glass, and, turning from one to the other, looked at each of them imperatively yet abstractedly too.
The little world of Jersey no longer pointed the finger of scorn at Guida Landresse de Landresse, but bent the knee to Princess Guida d'Avranche. Detricand wrote many letters to the Chevalier, and they with their cheerful and humorous allusions were read aloud to Guida all save one concerning Philip.
Guida sat by the fire sewing, Biribi the dog at her feet. A little distance away, to the right of the chimney, lay Guilbert asleep. Twice she lowered the work to her lap to look at the child, the reflected light of the fire playing on his face. Stretching out her hand, she touched him, and then she smiled.
Suddenly Guida realised how different was her love from Philip's, how different her place in his life from his place in her life.
She tried to find words in which to tell Guida the truth, but, stopping in despair, she suddenly began rocking the child back and forth, saying only: "Prince Admiral he and now to come! O my good O my good!" Guida's sharp intuition found the truth. "Philip d'Avranche!" she said to herself. Then aloud, in a shaking voice "Philip d'Avranche!" She could not think clearly for a moment.
But as suddenly there shot through his mind a thought which brought him to his feet with a spring. But suppose suppose that it was so suppose that through Guida the further succession might presently be made sure, and suppose he went to the Prince and told him all; that might win his favour for her; and the rest would be easy. That was it, as clear as day.
As it grows, life ceases to be cliche; and when the taking notice is supreme we call it genius; and genius is simple and believing: it has no pride, it is naive, it is childlike. Philip seemed to wear no mark of convention, and Guida spoke her thoughts freely to him. "To go into a market seems to me so wonderful," she continued.
"One thing will make all right," he said eagerly; "one thing. I love you, Guida, love you devotedly. Do you tell me if you love me? Do not fear to tell me, dearest, for then will come the thing that makes all right." "I do not know," she responded, her heart beating fast, her eyes drooping before him; "but when you go from me, I am not happy till I see you again.
Do you remember what you said to me on the Ecrehos? "If ever I deceive you, may I die a black, dishonourable death, abandoned and alone. I should deserve that if ever I deceived you, Guida." Will you ever think of that, in your vain glory hereafter? On a map the Isle of Jersey has the shape and form of a tiger on the prowl.
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