The child did not quite understand. “Please?” it said in true Jersey fashion—at which the mother was troubled.
“O Guilbert, is that what you should say?” she asked. The child looked up quaintly at her, and with the same whimsical smile which Guida had given to another so many years ago, he looked at Ranulph and said: “Pardon, monsieur.”
“Coum est qu’on etes, m’sieu’?” said Ranulph in another patois greeting.
Guida shook her head reprovingly. The child glanced swiftly at his mother as though asking permission to reply as he wished, then back at Ranulph, and was about to speak, when Guida said: “I have not taught him the Jersey patois, Ranulph; only English and French.”
Her eyes met his clearly, meaningly. Her look said to him as plainly as words, The child’s destiny is not here in Jersey. But as if he knew that in this she was blinding herself, and that no one can escape the influences of surroundings, he held the child back from him, and said with a smile: “Coum est qu’on vos portest?”
Now the child with elfish sense of the situation replied in Jersey English: “Naicely, thenk you.”
“You see,” said Ranulph to Guida, “there are things in us stronger than we are. The wind, the sea, and people we live with, they make us sing their song one way or another. It’s in our bones.”
A look of pain passed over Guida’s face, and she did not reply to his remark, but turned almost abruptly to the doorway, saying, with just the slightest hesitation: “You will come in?”
There was no hesitation on his part. “Oui-gia!” he said, and stepped inside.
She hastily hung up the child’s cap and her own, and as she gathered in the soft, waving hair, Ranulph noticed how the years had only burnished it more deeply and strengthened the beauty of the head. She had made the gesture unconsciously, but catching the look in his eye a sudden thrill of anxiety ran through her. Recovering herself, however, and with an air of bright friendliness, she laid a hand upon the great arm-chair, above which hung the ancient sword of her ancestor, the Comte Guilbert Mauprat de Chambery, and said: “Sit here, Ranulph.”