"
Suddenly he swung round and stretched out appealing hands. "Haven't you
got any sense, m'sieu'? Don't you see what you should do? Ma'm'selle
Junia cares for you. I know it--I've seen it in her eyes often--often."
With sudden vehemence Carnac caught the wrists of the other. "It can't
be, Denzil. I can't tell you why yet. I'm going away. If Tarboe wants
her--good--good; I must give her a chance."
Denzil shrank. "There's something wrong, m'sieu'," he said. Then his
eyes fastened on Carnac's. Suddenly, with a strange, shining light in
them, he added "It will all come right for you and her. I'll live for
that. If you go away, I'll take good care of her."
"Even if--" Carnac paused.
"Yes, even if he makes love to her. He'll want to marry her, surelee."
"Well, that's not strange," remarked Carnac.
CHAPTER XI
CARNAC'S TALK WITH HIS MOTHER
Carnac went slowly towards his father's house on the hill. Fixed, as his
mind was, upon all that had just happened, his eye took fondly from the
gathering dusk pictures which the artist's mind cherishes--the long
roadway, with the maples and pines, the stump fences; behind which lay
the garnered fields, where the plough had made ready the way for the Fall
wheat; the robins twittering in the scattered trees; the cooing of the
wood-pigeon; over all, the sky in its perfect purpling blue, and far down
the horizon the evening-star slowly climbing.
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