CHAPTER III.
"LOVE, I SPEAK TO THY FACE." Caius thought a good deal about the words that O'Shea's wife had said to him.

He did not know exactly what she meant, nor could he guess at all from what point of view concerning himself she had spoken; but the general drift of her meaning appeared to be that he ought not to let Madame Le Maitre know where and how he had seen her the day before.

In spite of this, he knew that he could neither be true to himself, nor to the woman he was forced to meet daily, if he made any disguise of the recognition which had occurred.

He was in no hurry to meet her; he hoped little or nothing from the interview, but dreaded it.

Next day he went without his horse out to where the men were killing the seals upon the edge of the ice.
The warm March sun, and the March winds that agitated the open sea, were doing their work.