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Once more Bruno's face was convulsed. "Just eighteen!" he said. "Yes Licorice's child! Yet she had no pity. Aye me just eighteen!" "Do you know my mother?" said Belasez in accents of mingled surprise and curiosity. "I did eighteen years ago." And Bruno rose hastily, as if he wished to dismiss the subject.
And Licorice rose with a manner which indicated the termination of the interview, apparently thinking it better to reserve the religious question for another time. "May I ask one other question, Mother? what became of the maiden Beatrice and her brother?" Licorice's eyes twinkled again.
"Belasez," she began, in tones so amiable that Belasez would instantly have suspected a trap, had she overheard nothing, for Licorice's character was well known to her "Belasez, I hear from thy father that thou hast heard some foolish gossip touching one Anegay, that was a kinswoman of thine, and thou art desirous of knowing the truth. Thou shalt know it now.
Licorice had been absent from home, for several weeks, and when she returned, Anegay was with her, and four men were also in her company. Anegay had been very ill: very, very ill indeed, said the child. But after long hesitation she was better now. `What about the baby? asked Isabel. Rosia looked surprised. She had heard of none, except Licorice's own thee, Belasez. Had she spoken with Anegay?
It quietly went to sleep for eighteen years; and now, all at once, it comes alive and awake!" Abraham winced, as though he felt the taunt true. "`Better late than never, wife." "That is a Christian saying." "May be. It is true." "Well!" And Licorice's hands were thrust out from her, as if she were casting off drops of water. "I've done my best. I shall let it alone now.
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