And by setting the men on Gard's
track again, that would punish him and her too.
And so she restrained the natural violence of her temper, which would
have run to rocks and bodily injury, and waited in the bracken till
Nance came stumbling along in the half-light. Then up she sprang, with
an unexpectedness that for the moment took Nance's breath and set her
heart pounding with dreadful certainties of ghosts.
"So this is how you go to visit your fancy monsieur on the rock, is it,
little Nance? And with nothing on but that! Oh shame! What will the
neighbours say when they hear how you swim across to him, and you will
not dare deny it?"
But Nance, relieved in her mind on the score of ghosts, and regaining
her composure with her breath, simply turned her back on her and
proceeded as if she were not there.
"And he is there still!" screamed Julie, dancing round with rage to keep
face to face with her. "I was sure of it, though those fools could not
find him. I'll see that he's found or starved out, b'en sur! Yes, if I
have to go myself and see to it. As for you--shameless one!--it's the
last time you'll swim across there, yes indeed!"--and she raved on and
on, as only an angry woman with a grievance can.
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