"Have patience, my son, and don't hurry an old woman. Well, great-grandfather asked the little chap where he was going and what was his name. And all he would say was "Je vais cheminant." But he stopped to Guernsey after all and he married a girl from near here—and it was him built Les Casquets. There! that's where she gets her queer ways, Ellenor!"
"And now tell me about her plan."
"Well, it seems she thought, foolish girl, she'd find out, for sure, if Le Mierre really loves her or only her looks. And she couldn't think of no better way than this mad one. She can't know much of men and their ways, her!"
"It's the best thing that could have happened, if only it makes her see Le Mierre in his true colours."
"Well, we must hope for the best. And, look here, Perrin! Nothing he could do before, no wickedness, no cruelty, could make her leave off caring! But we women, if our looks are held up to scorn—well!—that's the worst of all. So who can tell what may happen! Come, I must make her and give her a cup of tea. She told me she hadn't eaten or drank all day."
