Anny met his eyes with difficulty, and then dropped them before his gaze, so reproachful and yet so kind. She shivered a little.
Nan had kept her promise.
For the next two days Anny saw nothing of the Spaniard and her spirits began to revive. Like all the Island folk, she took life very casually, and, as the days slipped on uneventfully, the event of her marriage, although barely a week past, grew more and more like a rather exciting dream.
She was thinking like this as she sat alone in the kitchen’s open doorway, stitching a seam in one of Sue’s new kirtles, when she saw Blueneck coming across the yard toward her. Instantly all her fears returned and her fingers trembled as she pushed the needle to and fro through the coarse flannel.
He came up and saluted her courteously, as became one addressing the Captain’s lady.
“Mistress, I have a message for thee,” he said, looking about him cautiously.
Anny glanced up quickly.
“There is none with us,” she said, jerking her head toward the kitchen.
Blueneck looked round the yard hastily, and then bent a little nearer to the girl.
“Mistress, the Captain bids me tell you that we sail to-morrow night,” he said softly.