And Guy, looking over the waters of the Schelde now illuminated by the rising moon, thinks: “Safe from all but me.” For he sees in the Krom Vliet, just against the South Beveland shore, the masts of the Dover Lass, and into his head has come a plan by which he will take Hermoine de Alva at her word and make her his very own.
CHAPTER XIX.
THE DAUGHTER’S DOWER.
To make preparations for this Chester’s time is desperately short. He must advance as rapidly as possible his action as to Alva’s treasure; besides this he wishes to guard most tenderly the good name of this woman who proves her love of him with every look of her eyes.
Therefore, after some half hour more of confidences in which the girl gives him one or two beautiful glimpses of her lovely soul, the Englishman, fighting with his very self, rises to go, reluctantly, lingeringly, but still—to go.
“Oh, not so soon,” pleads Hermoine. “You’ve—you’ve been away so long!” [[221]]
“But I’ll be back to-morrow.”
“At what hour?”
“In the evening.”