time. The two were not in keeping.'
'How unwise of you,' she said slowly, 'to make pictures of someone you had never seen.'
'Possibly,' he said, 'but it was unwise of you to leave your portrait in your bedroom, untended and alone, when pirates such as myself make landings on the English coast.'
'You might have turned it,' she said, 'with its face to the wall-or even put another in its place, of the true Dona St. Columb, roystering at the Swan, and dressing up in the breeches of her husband's friends, and riding at midnight with a mask on her face to frighten old solitary women.'
'Was that one of your pastimes?'
'It was the last one, before I became a fugitive. I wonder you did not hear it, with the rest of the servants' gossip.'
Suddenly he laughed, and reaching to the little pile of wood behind him, he threw fresh fuel onto the fire, and the flames crackled and leapt into the air, 'It is a pity you were not born a boy,' he said, 'you could have discovered then what danger meant. Like myself, you are an outlaw at heart, and dressing up in breeches and frightening old women was the nearest thing to piracy you could imagine.'
'Yes,' she said, 'but you-when you have captured your prize or made your landing-sail away with a sense of achievement, whereas I, in my pitiful little attempt at piracy, was filled with self-hatred, and a feeling of degradation.'
'You are a woman,' he said, 'and you do not care for killing fishes either.'
This time, looking across the fire, she saw that he was smiling at her in a mocking way, and it seemed as though the constraint between them vanished, they were themselves again, and she could lean back on her elbow and relax.
'When I was a lad,' he said, 'I used to play at soldiers, and fight for my king. And then, in a thunderstorm, when the lightning came and the thunder clapped, I would hide my head in my mother's lap and put my fingers in my ears. Also, to make my soldiering more realistic, I would paint my hands red and pretend to be wounded-but when I saw blood for the first time on a dog that was dying, I ran away and was sick.'
'That was like me,' she said, 'that was how I felt, after my masquerade.'
'Yes,' he said, 'that is why I told you.'
'And now,' she said, 'you don't mind blood any more, you are a pirate, and fighting is your life-robbing and killing, and hurting. All the things you pretended to do and were afraid to do-now you don't mind them any longer.'
'On the contrary,' he said, 'I am often very frightened.'
'Yes,' she said, 'but not in the same way. Not frightened of yourself. Not frightened of being afraid.'
'No,' he said. 'No, that has gone for ever. That went when I became a pirate.'
The long twigs in the fire began to crumple and fall, and to break into fragments. The flames burnt low, and the ashes were white.
'To-morrow,' he said, 'I must begin to plan again.'
She glanced across at him, but the firelight no longer shone upon him, and his face was in shadow.
'You mean-you must go away?' she said.
'I have been idle too long,' he answered, 'the fault lies in the creek. I have allowed it to take a hold on me. No, your friends Eustick and Godolphin shall have a run for their money. I shall see if I can bring them into the open.'
'You are going to do something dangerous?'
'Of course.'
'Will you make another landing along the coast?'
'Very probably.'
'And risk capture, and possibly death?'
'Yes.'
'Why-and for what reason?'
'Because I want the satisfaction of proving to myself that my brain is better than theirs.'
'But that is a ridiculous reason.'
'It is my reason, nevertheless.'
'It is an egotistical thing to say. A sublime form of conceit.'
'I know that.'
'It would be wiser to sail back to Brittany.'
'Far wiser.'
'And you will be leading your men into something very desperate.'
'They will not mind.'
'And La Mouette may be wrecked, instead of lying peacefully at anchor in a port across the channel.'
'La Mouette was not built to lie peacefully in a port.'
They looked at each other across the ashes, and his eyes held her for a long instant, with a light in them like the flame that had spent itself in the fire, and at last he stretched himself and yawned, and said: 'It is a pity indeed that you are not a boy, you could have come with me.'
'Why must I be a boy to do that?'
'Because women who are afraid of killing fishes are too delicate and precious for pirate ships.'
She watched him a moment, biting the end of her finger, and then she said, 'Do you really believe that?'
'Naturally.'
'Will you let me come this once, to prove to you that you are wrong?'
'You would be sea-sick,' he said.
'No.'
'You would be cold, and uncomfortable, and frightened.'
'No.'
'You would beg me to put you ashore just as my plans were about to work successfully.'
'No.'
She stared at him, antagonistic, angry, and he rose to his feet suddenly, and laughed, kicking the last embers of the fire, so that the glow was gone, and the night became dark.
'How much,' she said, 'will you wager that I am sick, and cold, and frightened?'
'It depends,' he said, 'what we have to offer each other.'
'My ear-rings,' she said, 'you can have my ruby earrings. The ones I wore when you supped with me at Navron.'
'Yes,' he said, 'they would be a prize indeed. There would be little excuse for piracy if I possessed them. And what will you demand of me, should you win your wager?'
'Wait,' she said, 'let me think,' and standing silently a moment beside him, looking down into the water, she said, seized with amusement, with devilry: 'A lock from Godolphin's wig.'
'You shall have the wig itself,' he said.
'Very good,' she said, turning, and making her way down to the boat, 'then we need discuss the matter no further. It is all arranged. When do we sail?'
'When I have made my plans.'
'And you start work to-morrow?'
'I start work to-morrow.'
'I will take care not to disturb you. I too must lay my plans. I think I shall have to become indisposed, and take to my bed, and my malady will be of a feverish sort, so that the nurse and the children are denied my room. Only William will attend me. And each day dear faithful William will bear food and drink to the patient who-will not be there.'
'You have an ingenious mind.'
She stepped into the boat, and seizing the paddles he rowed silently up the creek, until the hull of the pirate ship loomed before them in the soft grey light. A voice hailed them from the ship, and he answered in Breton, and passing on brought the boat to the landing place at the head of the creek.
They walked up through the woods without a word, and as they came to the gardens of the house, the clock
