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knew that she had heard of it before； but it was impossible for me
to go on with my narrative without some shadow of encouragement。
'You blame me？'
'No； not at all。 It is a point I cannot speak on … I am only a
girl。 I am sure you were in the right： I have always said so … to
Ronald。 Not； of course； to my aunt。 I am afraid I let her speak
as she will。 You must not think me a disloyal friend； and even
with the Major … I did not tell you he had become quite a friend of
ours … Major Chevenix； I mean … he has taken such a fancy to
Ronald！ It was he that brought the news to us of that hateful
Clausel being captured； and all that he was saying。 I was
indignant with him。 I said … I dare say I said too much … and I
must say he was very good…natured。 He said； 〃You and I； who are
his friends； KNOW that Champdivers is innocent。 But what is the
use of saying it？〃 All this was in the corner of the room in what
they call an aside。 And then he said； 〃Give me a chance to speak
to you in private； I have much to tell you。〃 And he did。 And told
me just what you did … that it was an affair of honour； and no
blame attached to you。 O； I must say I like that Major Chevenix！'
At this I was seized with a great pang of jealousy。 I remembered
the first time that he had seen her； the interest that he seemed
immediately to conceive； and I could not but admire the dog for the
use he had been ingenious enough to make of our acquaintance in
order to supplant me。 All is fair in love and war。 For all that；
I was now no less anxious to do the speaking myself than I had been
before to hear Flora。 At least； I could keep clear of the hateful
image of Major Chevenix。 Accordingly I burst at once on the
narrative of my adventures。 It was the same as you have read； but
briefer； and told with a very different purpose。 Now every
incident had a particular bearing； every by…way branched off to
Rome … and that was Flora。
When I had begun to speak I had kneeled upon the gravel withoutside
the low window； rested my arms upon the sill； and lowered my voice
to the most confidential whisper。 Flora herself must kneel upon
the other side； and this brought our heads upon a level with only
the bars between us。 So placed； so separated； it seemed that our
proximity； and the continuous and low sounds of my pleading voice；
worked progressively and powerfully on her heart； and perhaps not
less so on my own。 For these spells are double…edged。 The silly
birds may be charmed with the pipe of the fowler； which is but a
tube of reeds。 Not so with a bird of our own feather！ As I went
on； and my resolve strengthened； and my voice found new
modulations； and our faces were drawn closer to the bars and to
each other； not only she； but I； succumbed to the fascination； and
were kindled by the charm。 We make love； and thereby ourselves
fall the deeper in it。 It is with the heart only that one captures
a heart。
'And now；' I continued； 'I will tell you what you can still do for
me。 I run a little risk just now； and you see for yourself how
unavoidable it is for any man of honour。 But if … but in case of
the worst I do not choose to enrich either my enemies or the Prince
Regent。 I have here the bulk of what my uncle gave me。 Eight
thousand odd pounds。 Will you take care of it for me？ Do not
think of it merely as money； take and keep it as a relic of your
friend or some precious piece of him。 I may have bitter need of it
ere long。 Do you know the old country story of the giant who gave
his heart to his wife to keep for him； thinking it safer to repose
on her loyalty than his own strength？ Flora； I am the giant … a
very little one： will you be the keeper of my life？ It is my heart
I offer you in this symbol。 In the sight of God； if you will have
it； I give you my name； I endow you with my money。 If the worst
come； if I may never hope to call you wife； let me at least think
that you will use my uncle's legacy as my widow。'
'No； not that；' she said。 'Never that。'
'What then？' I said。 'What else； my angel？ What are words to me？
There is but one name that I care to know you by。 Flora； my love！'
'Anne！' she said。
What sound is so full of music as one's own name uttered for the
first time in the voice of her we love！
'My darling！' said I。
The jealous bars； set at the top and bottom in stone and lime；
obstructed the rapture of the moment； but I took her to myself as
wholly as they allowed。 She did not shun my lips。 My arms were
wound round her body； which yielded itself generously to my
embrace。 As we so remained； entwined and yet severed； bruising our
faces unconsciously on the cold bars； the irony of the universe …
or as I prefer to say； envy of some of the gods … again stirred up
the elements of that stormy night。 The wind blew again in the
tree…tops； a volley of cold sea…rain deluged the garden； and； as
the deuce would have it； a gutter which had been hitherto choked up
began suddenly to play upon my head and shoulders with the vivacity
of a fountain。 We parted with a shock； I sprang to my feet； and
she to hers； as though we had been discovered。 A moment after； but
now both standing； we had again approached the window on either
side。
'Flora；' I said； 'this is but a poor offer I can make you。'
She took my hand in hers and clasped it to her bosom。
'Rich enough for a queen！' she said； with a lift in her breathing
that was more eloquent than words。 'Anne； my brave Anne！ I would
be glad to be your maidservant； I could envy that boy Rowley。 But；
no！' she broke off； 'I envy no one … I need not … I am yours。'
'Mine；' said I； 'for ever！ By this and this； mine！'
'All of me；' she repeated。 'Altogether and forever！'
And if the god were envious； he must have seen with mortification
how little he could do to mar the happiness of mortals。 I stood in
a mere waterspout； she herself was wet； not from my embrace only；
but from the splashing of the storm。 The candles had guttered out；
we were in darkness。 I could scarce see anything but the shining
of her eyes in the dark room。 To her I must have appeared as a
silhouette； haloed by rain and the spouting of the ancient Gothic
gutter above my head。
Presently we became more calm and confidential； and when that
squall； which proved to be the last of the storm； had blown by；
fell into a talk of ways and means。 It seemed she knew Mr。 Robbie；
to whom I had been so slenderly accredited by Romaine … was even
invited to his house for the evening of Monday； and gave me a
sketch of the old gentleman's character which implied a great deal
of penetration in herself； and proved of great use to me in the
immediate sequel。 It seemed he was an enthusiastic antiquary； and
in particular a fanatic of heraldry。 I heard it with delight； for
I was myself