"Ay, ay! If I came as often as I wanted you'd be for turning me out,"—with a nod to Krok, who replied with a cheerful smile, and went to the fire.
"You know better. Your welcome always waits you. What's in the wind now?"
"Phil wants to go privateering," said my mother. "And George has come to help him."
"Ah, I expected it would come to that," said my grandfather quietly. "It's a risky business, after all, Phil,"—to me, sitting on the green-bed and feeling rather sheepish.
"I know, grandfather. But there are risks in everything, and—"
"And, to put it plainly, he wants Carette Le Marchant, and he's not the only one, and that seems the quickest way to her," said George Hamon.
My mother's quiet brown eyes gave a little snap, and he caught it.
"When a lad's heart is set on a girl there is nothing he won't do for her. I've known a man wait twenty years for a woman—"
She made a quick little gesture with her hand, but he went on stoutly—
"Oh yes, and never give up hoping all that time, though, mon Gyu, it was little he got for his—"