"I know that I ask your death." I could not bear to see her weep, and so I spoke roughly.

"I have told you before," I said, "that your honor is my honor.

Do you think I would sleep to-morrow night, in the hold of the Santa Teresa, knowing that my wife supped with my Lord Carnal ?" I crossed the room to take my pistols from the rack.

As I passed her she caught my hand in hers, and bending pressed her lips upon it.

"You have been very good to me," she murmured.