"You speak like a book, as the saying is, M. de Kerival." Judik uttered the words mockingly, and with raised voice. Annaik, who was still standing as one entranced, heard it: for she whispered again, "Alan! Alan! Alan!"
"Hush, man! she will hear. Listen, Judik, I don't want to speak harshly. You know me. Every one here does. You must be well aware that I am the last person to despise you or any man because you are poor and unfortunate. But you must see that such a love as this of yours is madness."
"All love is madness."
"Oh, yes; of course! But look you, Judik, what right have you to be here at all, in the home domain, in the dead of night?"
"You love Ynys de Kerival?"
"Yes ... well, yes, I do love her; but what then? What is that to you?"
"Well, I love Annaik. I am here by the same right as you are."
"You forget. I am welcome. You come by stealth. Do you mean for a moment to say that you are here to meet Mlle. Annaik by appointment?"
The man was silent.
"Judik Kerbastiou!"