"What would you have?" she asked softly.
"I had hoped for love. I had prayed that I might be loved, as I love."
And then? Why, honestly, I do not know how it came about, but in a minute or so each knew concerning the other all there was to tell.
"I should not even mind resigning the Recipe now that I have got you," I told her.
"Ah, but," she said, with a little laugh, "if we are going into partnership, you and I, the interests of the firm must be looked after. There is no packet leaving the island for two days, so you must wire Sadi in Palma to hire a steamer and have it ready for us. The train leaves La Puebla at 7.55. We will go down to meet it by that."
"But Cospatric and his friends will most certainly go by the same train."
She put her lips to my ear and whispered, and then we laughed, and I took paper and pen and wrote a long letter.
She read over my shoulder.
"Admirable. Monsieur l'Aveugle, your friends will either stay here and rave, or else start on a wild-goose chase across the mountains to Soller. And we, you and I, Nat, we will go far away, away to——"
She did not finish the sentence. She stooped and kissed me instead.