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He dragged Toby to his feet, and in a flash Saltash turned, the life-buoy on his arm. "What the devil are you doing?" Larpent pointed. "They've got the boat free. Go while you can!" But Saltash barely glanced across. He put the life-buoy over Toby's head and shoulders, and began to wind the rope around him. It did not need a glance to know that the boat would never get away.
Saltash talked freely of Valrosa, of his subsequent voyaging, of the wreck of The Night Moth, but no word did he utter of the gift that had been flung to him on that night of stars in the Mediterranean. He was always completely at his ease in Jake's household, but it was not his way to touch at any time in Maud's presence upon any matter that could not be openly discussed before her.
He was met by Toby, ghastly of face but still desperately smiling, who sprang from his couch to wait upon him, and collapsed at his feet. "Little ass!" said Saltash, barely preventing himself from tumbling over him headlong. He lifted the light, trembling figure and put it down again upon the couch.
Jope affably, having drawn the required circle. "I don't seem to remember your face." "No?" The man seemed to think this out at leisure. "I was married this morning," he said at length with an air of explanation. "Wish ye joy. Saltash maid?" "Widow. Name of Sarah Treleaven." "Why that's my sister!" exclaimed Mr. Jope. "Is it?" The round-faced man took the news without apparent surprise or emotion.
Her voice sank, in awe of herself and her own capacity for passionate emotion. Laurie Morse had much swift understanding of the human heart. His own nature partook of the feminine, and he shared its intuitions and its fears. "I never should lay that up against you, Milly," he said kindly. "But we wouldn't have these things. You'd come to Saltash with me, and we'd furnish all new."
He had no use for civilization; the froth of society had no attraction for him. He preferred a deeper draught. Saltash was thoroughly cosmopolitan in his tastes; he liked amusement, but he abhorred boredom. He declared that for him it was the root of all evil. He was never really wicked unless he was bored. And then que voulez-vous? He did not guide the star of destiny.
He tried to look into the downcast eyes, but she would not raise them. She was trembling a little. "Such things as these," she said, under her breath, "are what a man would give to to to the woman he loves." "And so you think they are unsuitable for my wife?" questioned Saltash, with a whimsical look on his dark face.
Her laugh was more normal this time; she gave his arm a kindly touch and put it from her. "But I'm as meek as a lamb," protested Saltash. She met his look with friendly eyes. "Yes, I know a lamb in wolf's clothing rather a frisky lamb, Charles, but comparatively harmless. If I hadn't realized that I shouldn't have asked you to come." "I like your qualification," he said.
Jake, my friend, you are not rising to the occasion with becoming enthusiasm. Any good offering you a drink to stimulate your energies?" "None whatever," said Jake, still very quietly. "I don't go till I have what I came for that's all. Neither do you!" "I see!" said Saltash. An odd little gleam that was almost furtive shone for a second in his eyes and was gone.
"She is coming to a dance in the great salon tonight. You shall see her. She is a thing to remember." Toby gave a quick shiver. "Yes, I have heard of her too much too much I don't want to see her. Shall we dine upstairs?" "Oh, I think not," said Saltash with decision. "You are too retiring, ma chère. It doesn't become a lady of your position." He followed her towards the lift.
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