“Yes.”
I did not hear any more. But a moment after Helstern joined me.
“Oh, Madden, how can I ever thank you! You’ve made me the happiest of men.”
Looking back at the lighted window we saw Frosine bent again over her work, trying to make up for lost time. Helstern gazed at the shadow and I could scarce draw him away. What fools these lovers be!
CHAPTER IV
A CHAPTER THAT BEGINS WELL AND ENDS BADLY
“J’aime Paimpol et sa falaise,
Son clocher et son grand pardon;
J’aime surtout la Paimpolaise
Qui m’attend au pays Breton.”
It is Little Thing singing as she sits by the poppy patch before the door. There are hundreds of poppies. They dance in gleeful glory and their scarlet is so luminous it seems about to burst into flame. Maybe the shell-pink in the girl’s cheeks is a reflexion of that radiant glow.