Not until that moment did Nathaniel notice upon her bosom a bunch of crumpled lilacs.
From below the iron grip of the councilor dragged him down.
"That's enough," he whispered.

"That's enough--for to-night." He saw the pistol in Nathaniel's hand and gave a sudden breathless cry.
"Nat--Nat--" He caught Captain Plum's free hand in his.
"Tell me this, Obadiah Price," whispered the master of the _Typhoon_, "who is she ?" The councilor stood on tiptoe to answer.
"They are the six wives of Strang, Nat!" "But the other ?" demanded Nathaniel.

"The other--" "O, to be sure, to be sure," chuckled Obadiah.

"The girl of the lilacs, eh?
Why, she's the seventh wife, Nat--that's all, the seventh wife!".