tower; no other building was visible on the point, which seemed deserted.  The loneliness gave him courage; when the moon set, the night being clear, he explored further and satisfied himself that there were no human beings, except the occupants of the tower, living on these rocks.  He retired to his hiding-place to rest; before dawn he again ascended and concealed himself among the bracken and brambles which formed the only available shelter.  During the whole day he saw but one person, an elderly woman, whose dark features and bright kerchief showed her to be of southern or gipsy origin, and who passed backwards and forwards carrying water to the tower.  His examination increased his confidence; he calculated, by measuring the time occupied by the old woman in passing with an empty and returning with a full pitcher, that the spring frequented by her could not be far distant; at night he found it just beyond the junction of the rocks with the mainland.  The water was cool and fresh, and considerably revived him; he noticed too that the luxuriant brushwood, nourished by the moisture, offered a good place for concealment; he returned, removed thither what remained of his provisions, and ensconced himself in his new retreat.

In the morning he saw two figures approaching from the tower; one was the same servant he had seen before, but the other!—­his heart throbbed and leaped, his brain reeled, his eyes gazed hungrily; he could not be, he was not, mistaken!—­the second figure was the heroine of his dreams!  She walked silently.  Jean saw that memory had not played him false:  her beauty, her grace, were no freak of his imagination; would the holy father now say that she was a devil, while thus she moved in her loveliness, a woman to be loved and worshipped!—­a very woman, too! not above the cares of life!  Seating herself by the spring she despatched her companion on an errand to supply domestic wants, promising to await her return.

Jean’s principal characteristic was rapid resolution:  he reasoned that a small alarm might make the girl fly; that his chance of retaining her was an overpowering shock.  He stepped boldly out and stood before her.  The maiden sprang quickly to her feet; there was no terror in her face; she was of true blood; if she was afraid she did not show it; it was clear she recognized the apparition, but intense surprise, overpowering other emotions, kept her dumb.  Jean had thus the chance of speaking first, and deftly he used his opportunity.  In a few rapid sentences he told the tale of his search, of his adventures, of his selection of his hiding-place; then he paused.  The maiden was not long in finding words.  There was a flush on her cheek and a tear hanging on her eyelash which made Jean very happy.  “You must go,” she said, “but where?  Your life is forfeit! forfeit to the Gods!” She shuddered as she said this.  “In yonder tower lives my mother, on the shore are my people; there is no escape on either hand!  A chance has saved you hitherto; none dare approach our home without my mother’s permission, which is rarely given; but on this spot they may find you, may seize you, may—!” She stopped, with an expression of horror, and covered her face with her hands.