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"Then," Bunny spoke with difficulty, but his look never wavered, "tell me as before God tell me what you believe her to be!" "What I know her to be," corrected Saltash, "I will tell you certainly. She is a child who has looked into hell, but she is still a child." "What do you mean?" questioned Bunny. Saltash's eyes, one black, one grey, suddenly flashed a direct challenge into his own.
"Do you know I think I'll put it to Maud first!" he said at length, with a smile that was faintly shamefaced. "It'll come to the same thing," said Jake. Saltash's eyes flashed upwards. He met Jake's look almost with defiance. "Doubtless you are master in your own house, Jake," he said. "Far be it from me to question it." "I didn't mean that," said Jake.
"You've not seen him play cricket yet, Miss Moore. He's a positive tornado on the cricket-ground. To-morrow's Saturday, isn't it? Where are you playing, Dick?" His good-humour was evidently fully restored. He slapped a hand on Dick's shoulder with the words. Mrs. Fielding's lips turned downwards at the action. "We are playing the Fairharbour crowd, sir, on Lord Saltash's ground," said Green.
The party that gathered on the quay at Fairharbour on the hot July day when Saltash's new yacht, The Blue Moon lay awaiting her christening was of a very gay description. The yacht herself was decked with flags, and the hotel facing the quay, The Anchor, was also decorated with bunting.
She was smiling with lips that trembled, and Maud's heart gave a great throb of pity, she could not have said wherefore. She had a deep longing to go and gather the child into her arms and comfort her. Then Toby too was laughing, and she heard Saltash's voice. "These things only happen properly once in a blue moon, ma chère. I give you both my blessing for the second time to-day.
"I won't promise anything," she said lightly. "Ah, but you must!" he insisted. "Toby, you might have killed yourself." Her laugh suddenly had a mocking sound. "Oh, no! I shall never kill myself on Lord Saltash's premises," she said. "Why do you say that?" questioned Bunny. "Because que voulez-vous? he would want me neither dead nor alive," she made reckless answer.
"Do we not rather receive such gifts as the gods send us in more or less of a grudging spirit?" Spentoli smiled. "I did not think you would marry one so young," he said. "She has the athletic look of a boy. She reminds me " "Of a picture called 'The Victim' by one Spentoli!" Saltash's voice was suave. "A cruel picture, mon ami, but of an amazing merit. I have seen the likeness also.
With Saltash's blade through his heart, he yet could somehow find it possible to endure him. He went with him in silence, hating the magnetism he found it impossible to resist. They passed through the shrubberies that skirted the house, and so to the open down. Then in his sudden fashion, crudely and vehemently, Saltash began his defence.
The little Italian town that clung to the slopes that rose so steeply from the sea shone among its terraced gardens like a many-coloured jewel in the burning sunset. The dome of its Casino gleamed opalescent in its centre a place for wonder a place for dreams. Yet Saltash's expression as he landed on the quay was one of whimsical discontent.
She turned back to watch the now empty gangway, and in a moment she gave an exclamation of relief. "Ah! Here they come at last!" A laughing voice spoke behind her. "Enter Cinderella and the Prince!" She started and saw Saltash's swarthy face close to her. His odd eyes looked into hers with a flash of mischief. "See how all my plans bear fruit!" he said. "I wave my wand, and you behold the result."
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