"She comes often to my cottage to walk and—"
"Talk?"
"Well, yes!" The fine spiritual face expressed a twinge of uneasiness.
"About the past?"
The priest shifted slightly. "Sometimes! An old man lives much in the past and it is natural to wander on a bit aimlessly at times, and—"
"Confess, Father, she has learned much from you?" Nanette laughed.
"No, no; I trust—"
"Surmised, then!" said the girl. "She is one not easily deceived. Clever is my lady! And you talk, she says nothing, but leads you on! If there's aught she wishes to learn that you know, be assured she's found out from your lips."
"Nay; I'll not believe—'tis true once or twice I've let a word slip. But she noticed not—"
"No doubt!" The island girl's voice expressed a fine scorn. "However, it matters little. Speaks she ever of the Black Seigneur?" suddenly.