in the sky--
Gigoton Mergaton, spin!"

"I had never thought she was so much a woman," he said drowsily; "I--I
wonder why--I never noticed it."

He roused himself again, brushed imaginary snuff from his coat, keeping
time with his foot to the wheel as it went round. "I--I suppose she will
wed soon.... I had forgotten. But she must marry well, she must marry
well--she is the godchild of the Duc de Mauban. How the wheel goes
round! I used to hear--her mother--sing that song, 'Gigoton, Mergaton
spin-spin-spin.'" He was asleep.

Guida put by the wheel, and left the house. Passing through the Rue des
Sablons, she came to the shore. It was high tide. This was the time that
Philip's ship was to go. She had dressed herself with as much care as
to what might please his eye as though she were going to meet him in
person. Not without reason, for, though she could not see him from the
land, she knew he could see her plainly through his telescope, if he
chose.

She reached the shore. The time had come for him to go, but there was
his ship at anchor in the tide-way still. Perhaps the Narcissus was
not going; perhaps, after all, Philip was to remain! She laughed with
pleasure at the thought of that. Her eyes wandered lovingly over the
ship which was her husband's home upon the sea. Just such another vessel
Philip would command. At a word from him those guns, like long, black,
threatening arms thrust out, would strike for England with thunder and
fire.

A bugle call came across the still water, clear, vibrant, and
compelling. It represented power. Power--that was what Philip, with
his ship, would stand for in the name of England. Danger--oh yes, there
would be danger, but Heaven would be good to her; Philip should go safe
through storm and war, and some day great honours would be done him. He
should be an admiral, and more perhaps; he had said so. He was going
to do it as much for her as for himself, and when he had done it, to be
proud of it more for her than for himself; he had said so: she believed
in him utterly. Since that day upon the Ecrehos it had never occurred
to her not to believe him. Where she gave her faith she gave it wholly;
where she withdrew it--

The bugle call sounded again. Perhaps that was the signal to set sail.
No, a boat was putting out from the Narcissus. It was coming landward.
As she watched its approach she heard a chorus of boisterous voices
behind her. She turned and saw nearing the s