The long voyage was over and Trevelyan was coming back to England.
And he had betrayed his allegiance to England because he had loved! * * *
He leaned over the ship's rail and looked idly at the whirling foam, that beat an angry protest at its birth against the ship's great side, and then grew less and lost itself in the deep waters of the Channel.
Had he loved Cary? he questioned. Had he not mistaken the baser passion for the diviner love that alone is built on honor?
She had told him to mould himself into the divine and he had broken the clay instead.
His eyes rested somberly on the long green line of land. All his honor and allegiance, with which he had broken faith, came back to him and filled him with unspeakable emotion.
He would stoop and he would gather up the broken pieces and remould them for the service of England.
End of Book Two.
BOOK THREE
THE
POTTER'S TOUCH