ce she has forced her way into here!"

Dominic was not only furious, but fearful of disclosures. He rose
unsteadily to his feet, and pointed at Ellenor.

"Be off with you!" he cried, "how dare you come here, you
_impudante_!"

The girl of Les Casquets Cottage stood as if turned to stone. She
did not know what she had expected when she entered the room.
Blind, mad impulse had moved her to a mad act. But this was like
death to her, this harsh voice, this volley of rough words. When she
did not move, Dominic reeled down the room, and taking her by the
shoulders, he pushed her into the entrance hall and locked the
kitchen door.

When she came to herself, she never dreamt of blaming Dominic.

"It's all _her_ fault!" she said to herself, climbing the hill
swiftly, "it's every bit her fault; and as sure's as she's alive,
I'll pay her out!"

CHAPTER IV.

The sudden appearance of Ellenor at the Grand Plough supper was
talked of all over the countryside; and the story of it soon
penetrated to Les Casquets Cottage. Mrs. Cartier made her usual
futile remark that "one never knew what the girl would do next," and
whined and canted about the matter for days together. Jean was very
angry at Ellenor's want of proper pride in thrusting herself where
she was not considered good enough to enter; but neither parent
guessed at the real state of affairs.

Le Mierre managed to waylay Ellenor some days after _La Grand'
Querrue_, and a few careless kisses and slighting remarks of
Blaisette bound the girl of the cottage closer to him than ever. As
for Dominic, he told himself that he could not and would not give up
the stolen meetings with Ellenor. They were far too exciting, for
the girl was one to set a man on fire, with her passionate
demonstrations of love, and her wild, untamed nature. Thus the
Spring passed, and the long days of Summer gladdened workers and
idlers alike.

It was June, and Perrin Corbet was busy day and night at the
fishing. He and Cartier put away a good bit of money, but they
never entrusted it to safer keeping than certain old purses locked
up in their cottage homes. Each man toiled, not to save merely, but
to keep a sum of money put by for those he cared for. If Perrin had
hopes of nearer relationship to Cartier, he was doomed to
disappointment. He had begun to court Ellenor persistently, and she,
as persistently, shunned him.

One evening, as he was returning from Rocquaine Bay after a long
day's