“By no means. Follow her at once to her favorite haunt.[haunt.] There is a narrow path leading to it—a glade near the western pass, in the center of which is an altar inscribed Θεόν.”
“Oh, I know it! Helena showed it to me some time ago. Crispin, I am going a-wooing!”
“I wish you every success.”
“Do you think my fortunate star is in the ascendant?”
“You are as faint-hearted as you were last night,” said the Demarch, laughing. “Do you think, if I were not sure of Helena’s answer, I would send you on a fruitless errand? Go, my son; and when you and Helena come to ask my blessing, I will deal with Andros.”
“Punic faith!” remarked Crispin a trifle sadly.
“Well! what would you?” demanded the Demarch with energy. “Had I not made use of Andros, he would have made use of me. It is a mistake in being too honest when dealing with a scoundrel. One cannot go straight on a crooked road. If I were dealing with you, or with Maurice, I might not stoop to diplomatic lies; but as to that serpent of an Andros—pah!—the end justifies the means.”
“Do you think he will come and see you again?”
“Of course! He will come to demand the fulfilment of my promise, and ask me to force Helena into this distasteful marriage. Then I will reveal all, and drive him from the island.”
“But is it wise to let him go free, seeing he is our declared enemy?”