She turned towards her companion and looked at him pleadingly, gently, and yet with power. Her face showed love, utter love; and it was that love which he could not resist.
"Let it be the Scythia," he said, shortly. Then, with tender violence, "Prudence, do you guess how I must love you? Do you guess what you must be to me? Good heavens! I don't know myself!"
Before the girl could reply, in a lull of the decreasing wind, some indefinite, curious sound was heard in the bit of a cabin.
Lawrence started nervously. "What can that be?" he asked, sharply.
"Rodney," she said, persuasively, "don't let's be superstitious. That must be Devil."
"That crow? Is he on board?"
"Yes; Leander brought him, for fun, he said; he wanted to find out if Devil had any sea-legs. The crow perched on the back of a chair and seemed to go to sleep. I suppose he has wakened now."
"I don't know what we shall do with him."
"Let him loose before we leave the boat."
"But Aunt Letitia—they are attached to him."