efore all bystanders； 〃And what a plague business had you； old boy； to throw such an apple of discord into our merry meetings hereabouts？ If you choose to have such a daughter； you must take the consequences； and be hanged to you。〃 To which Mr。 Salterne answered with some truth； 〃That she was none of his choosing； nor of Mr。 Cary's neither。〃 And so the dor being given； the belligerents parted laughing； but the war remained in statu quo； and not a week passed but； by mysterious hands； some nosegay； or languishing sonnet； was conveyed into The Rose's chamber； all which she stowed away； with the simplicity of a country girl； finding it mighty pleasant； and took all compliments quietly enough； probably because； on the authority of her mirror； she considered them no more than her due。
And now； to add to the general confusion； home was come young Amyas Leigh； more desperately in love with her than ever。 For； as is the way with sailors （who after all are the truest lovers； as they are the finest fellows； God bless them； upon earth）； his lonely ship… watches had been spent in imprinting on his imagination； month after month； year after year； every feature and gesture and tone of the fair lass whom he had left behind him； and that all the more intensely； because； beside his mother； he had no one else to think of； and was as pure as the day he was born； having been trained as many a brave young man was then； to look upon profligacy not as a proof of manhood； but as what the old Germans； and those Gortyneans who crowned the offender with wool； knew it to be； a cowardly and effeminate sin。
CHAPTER III
OF TWO GENTLEMEN OF WALES； AND HOW THEY HUNTED WITH THE HOUNDS； AND YET RAN WITH THE DEER
〃I know that Deformed； he has been a vile thief this seven years； he goes up and down like a gentleman： I remember his name。〃Much Ado About Nothing。
Amyas slept that night a tired and yet a troubled sleep； and his mother and Frank； as they bent over his pillow； could see that his brain was busy with many dreams。
And no wonder； for over and above all the excitement of the day； the recollection of John Oxenham had taken strange possession of his mind； and all that evening； as he sat in the bay…windowed room where he had seen him last； Amyas was recalling to himself every look and gesture of the lost adventurer； and wondering at himself for so doing； till he retired to sleep； only to renew the fancy in his dreams。 At last he found himself； he knew not how； sailing westward ever； up the wake of the setting sun； in chase of a tiny sail which was John Oxenham's。 Upon him was a painful sense that； unless he came up with her in time； something fearful would come to pass； but the ship would not sail。 All around floated the sargasso beds； clogging her bows with their long snaky coils of weed； and still he tried to sail； and tried to fancy that he was sailing； till the sun went down and all was utter dark。 And then the moon arose； and in a moment John Oxenham's ship was close aboard； her sails were torn and fluttering； the pitch was streaming from her sides； her bulwarks were rotting to decay。 And what was that line of dark objects dangling along the mainyard？A line of hanged men！ And； horror of horrors； from the yard…arm close above him； John Oxenham's corpse looked down with grave…light eyes； and beckoned and pointed； as if to show him his way； and strove to speak； and could not； and pointed still； not forward； but back along their course。 And when Amyas looked back； behold； behind him was the snow range of the Andes glittering in the moon； and he knew that he was in the South Seas once more； and that all America was between him and home。 And still the corpse kept pointing back； and back； and looking at him with yearning eyes of agony； and lips which longed to tell some awful secret； till he sprang up； and woke with a shout of terror； and found himself lying in the little coved chamber in dear old Burrough； with the gray autumn morning already stealing in。
Feverish and excited； he tried in vain to sleep again； and after an hour's tossing； rose and dressed； and started for a bathe on his beloved old pebble ridge。 As he passed his mother's door； he could not help looking in。 The dim light of morning showed him the bed； but its pillow had not been pressed that night。 His mother； in her long white night…dress； was kneeling at the other end of the chamber at her prie…dieu； absorbed in devotion。 Gently he slipped in without a word； and knelt down at her side。 She turned； smiled； passed her arm around him； and went on silently with her prayers。 Why not？ They were for him； and he knew it； and prayed also； and his prayers were for her； and for poor lost John Oxenham； and all his vanished crew。
At last she rose； and standing above him； parted the yellow locks from off his brow； and looked long and lovingly into his face。 There was nothing to be spoken； for there was nothing to be concealed between these two souls as clear as glass。 Each knew all which the other meant； each knew that its own thoughts were known。 At last the mutual gaze was over； she stooped and kissed him on the brow； and was in the act to turn away； as a tear dropped on his forehead。 Her little bare feet were peeping out from under her dress。 He bent down and kissed them again and again； and then looking up； as if to excuse himself；
〃You have such pretty feet； mother！〃
Instantly； with a woman's instinct； she had hidden them。 She had been a beauty once； as I said； and though her hair was gray； and her roses had faded long ago； she was beautiful still； in all eyes which saw deeper than the mere outward red and white。
〃Your dear father used to say so thirty years ago。〃
〃And I say so still： you always were beautiful； you are beautiful now。〃
〃What is that to you； silly boy？ Will you play the lover with an old mother？ Go and take your walk； and think of younger ladies； if you can find any worthy of you。〃
And so the son went forth； and the mother returned to her prayers。
He walked down to the pebble ridge； where the surges of the bay have defeated their own fury； by rolling up in the course of ages a rampart of gray boulder…stones； some two miles long； as cunningly curved； and smoothed； and fitted； as if the work had been done by human hands； which protects from the high tides of spring and autumn a fertile sheet of smooth； alluvial turf。 Sniffing the keen salt air like a young sea…dog； he stripped and plunged into the breakers； and dived； and rolled； and tossed about the foam with stalwart arms； till he heard himself hailed from off the shore； and looking up； saw standing on the top of the rampart the tall figure of his cousin Eustace。
Amyas was half…disappointed at his coming； for； love…lorn rascal； he had been dreaming all the way thither of Rose Salterne； and had no wish for a companion who would prevent his dreaming of her all the way back。 Nevertheless； not having seen Eustace for three years； it was but civil to scramble out and dress； while his cousin walked up and down upon the turf inside。
Eustace Leigh was the son of a younger brother of Leigh of Burrough； who had more or less cut himself off from his family； and indeed from his countrymen； by remaining a Papist。 True； though born a Papist； he had not always been one； for； like many of the gentry； he had become a Protestant under Edward the Sixth； and then a Papist again under Mary。 But； to his honor be it said； at that point he had stopped； having too much honesty to turn Protestant a second time； as hundreds did； at Elizabeth's accession。 So a Papist he remained； living out of the way of the world in a great； rambling； dark house； still called 〃Chapel；〃 on the Atlantic cliffs； in Moorwinstow parish； not far from Sir Richard Grenville's house of Stow。 The penal laws never troubled him； for； in the first place； they never troubled any one who did not make conspiracy and rebellion an integral doctrine of his religious creed； and next； they seldom troubled even them； unless； fired with the glory of martyrdom； they bullied the long…suffering of Elizabeth and her council into giving them their deserts； and； like poor Father Southwell in after years； insisted on being hanged； whether Burleigh liked or not。 Moreover； in such a no…man's…land and end…of…all…the…earth was that old house at Moorwinstow； that a dozen conspiracies might have been hatched there without any one hearing of it； and Jesuits and seminary priests skulked in and out all the year round； unquestioned though unblest； and found a sort of piquant pleasure； like naughty boys who have crept into the store…closet； in living in mysterious little dens in a lonely turret； and going up through a trap…door to celebrate mass in a secret chamber in the roof； where they were allowed by the powers that were to play as much as they chose at persecuted saints； and preach about hiding in dens and caves of the earth。 For once； when the zealous parson of Moorwinstow； having discovered （what everybody knew already） the existence of 〃mass priests and their idolatry〃 at Chapel House； made formal complaint thereof to Sir Richard； and called on him； as the nearest justice of the peace； to put in force the act of the fourteenth of Elizabeth； that worthy knight only rated him soundly for a fantastical Puritan； and bade him mind his own business； if he wished not to make the place too hot for him； whereon （for the temporal authorities； happily for the peace of England； kept in those days a somewhat tight hand upon the spiritual ones） the worthy parson subsided；for； after all； Mr。 Thomas Leigh paid his tithes regularly enough；and was content； as he expressed it； to bow his head in the house of Rimmon like Naaman of old； by eating Mr。 Leigh's dinners as often as he was invited； and ignoring the vocation of old Father Francis； who sat opposite to him； dressed as a layman； and calling himself the young gentleman's pedagogue。
But the said birds of ill…omen had a very considerable lien on the conscience of poor Mr。 Thomas Leigh； the father of Eustace； in the form of certain lands once belonging to the Abbey of Hartland。 He more than half believed that he should be lost for holding those lands； but he did not believe it wholly； and； therefore； he d