Why, I had
it in my heart to pity them a moment ago."
She was glad he misunderstood the cause of her agitation.
"Suarez is certainly rather dramatic," she said, smiling wistfully. "I
ought to have discounted his Spanish mode of address. But is it really
necessary that I should remain below?"
"It is. If shots are fired, or stones slung at us, the chart-house
will probably be hit. Ah, yes, I am sure you would risk that, and
more. But we may sustain casualties. And Christobal ought to have
help. You see, I am asking you to act the braver part."
He caught her hand and looked into her eyes. There are so many
messages that can be given in that silent language; for a blissful
moment, Elsie forgot the other woman. Not until she had left the
bridge did she realize that Courtenay, too, must have been equally
forgetful. And that was very distressing, both for her and the
unknown. But here she was, face to face with him, and in such close
proximity that she was unaccountably timid. While her heart leaped in
tumult, she forced her lips to answer:
"You are right. You are always right.
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