with the
return of fine weather the fishing-crews had put to sea early--this Port
Nassau crowd lacked a fugleman.

"Are you here--because--of me?"

"Hush, again," he answered quietly, not turning his head. "I like you
to talk if you feel strong enough; but for the moment it will be better
if they do not perceive. . . . Yes, and no," he answered her question
after a pause. "I am here to see that you get through this. You are in
pain?"

"Yes; but it is easier."

"You are afraid of these people?"

"Afraid?" She took some time considering this. "No," she said at
length. "I am not afraid of them. I do not see them. You are here."

He took the tobacco-leaf from his lips, blew a thin cloud of smoke with
grave deliberateness, and in doing so contrived to glance at her face.

"You have blood in you. That face, too, my beauty," he muttered,
"never came to you but by gift of blood." Aloud he said, "That's brave.
But take care when your senses clear and the strain comes back on you.
Speak to me when you feel it coming; I don't want it to tauten you up
with a jerk. You understand?"

"Yes. . . ."

"I wonder now--" he began musingly, and broke off. The danger he had
been keeping account with was over; Manasseh had returned with the two
grooms, and they--perfectly trained servants on the English model--took
their posts without exhibiting surprise by so much as a twitch of the
face. George in particular was a tight fellow with his fists, as the
crowd, should it offer annoyance, would assuredly learn. The Collector
took the volume which Manasseh brought him, and opened it, but did not
begin to read. "You despise these people?" he asked.

He was puzzled with himself. He was here to protect her; and this, from
him to her, implied a noble condescension. His fine manners, to be
sure, forbade his showing it; on no account would he have shown it.
But the puzzle was, he could not feel it.

She met his eyes. "No . . . why should I despise them?"

"They are _canaille_."

"What does that mean? . . . They have been cruel to me. Afterwards, I
expect, they will be crueller still. But just now it does not matter,
because you are here."

"Does that make so much difference?" he asked thoughtlessly.

She caught her breath upon a sob. "Ah, do not--" The voice died,
strangled, in her throat. "Do not--" Again she could get no further,
but sat shivering, her fingers interlocked and writhing.

"Brute!" muttered t