“How old is he?” asked Juliet.

“Oh, he’s a lot past thirty now, getting too old to turn his hand to anything new.  Mr. Fielding he’s always on to him about it, but it don’t make no difference.  He’ll never take up any other work while Robin lives.  And Robin is stronger nor what he used to be, all thanks to Dick’s care.  He’s just sacrificed everything to that boy, you know.  It don’t seem hardly right, do it?”

“I don’t know,” Juliet said slowly.  “Some sacrifices are worth while.”

Mrs. Rickett looked a little puzzled.  There was something about this young lodger of hers that she could not quite fathom, but since she ‘liked the looks of her’ she did not regard this fact as a serious drawback.

“Well, there’s some folks as thinks one way and some another,” she conceded.  “My husband always says as there’s quite a lot of good in Robin if he’s treated decent.  He’s often round here at the forge.  That’s how he come to get so fond of my Freddy.  You ain’t seen Freddy yet, miss.  He’s a bit shy like with strangers, but he soon gets over it.”

“You must bring him in to see me,” said Juliet.

Mrs. Rickett beamed.  “I will, miss, I will.  I’ll bring him in with the pudding.  P’raps if you was to give him a little bit he wouldn’t be shy.  He’s very fond of gingerbread pudding.”

“I wish I were!” sighed Juliet, as her landlady’s portly form disappeared.  “I shall certainly have to have a cigarette after it, and then there will only be one left!  Oh, dear, why was I brought up among the flesh-pots?” She broke off with a sudden irresistible laugh, and rising went to the window.  Someone was sauntering down the road on the other side of the high privet hedge.  There came to her a whiff of cigarette-smoke wafted on the sea-breeze.  She leaned forth, and at the gap by the gate caught a glimpse of a trim young man in blue serge wearing a white linen hat.  She scarcely saw his face as he passed, but she had a fleeting vision of the cigarette.

“I wonder where you get them from,” she murmured wistfully.  “I believe I could get to like that brand, and they can’t be as expensive as mine.”

The door opened behind her, and she turned back smiling to greet the ginger pudding and Freddy.

CHAPTER III

MAGIC

The scent of the gorse in the evening dew was as incense offered to the stars.  To Juliet, wandering forth in the twilight after supper with Columbus, the exquisite fragrance was almost intoxicating.  It seemed to drug the senses.  She went along the path at the top of the cliff as one in a dream.

The sea was like a dream-sea also, silver under the stars, barely rippling against the shingle, immensely and mysteriously calm.  She went on and on, scarcely feeling the ground beneath her feet, moving through an atmosphere of pure magic, all her pulses thrilling to the wonder of the night.