This was Carre's daughter, Rachel, Martel's wife. Her face was very comely. She was the Island beauty when Martel married her, and much sought after, which made her present state the more bitter to contemplate. Her face was whiter even than of late, at the moment, by reason of the dark circles of suffering round her eyes and the white cloth bound round her head. She sat up and looked at her father, with the patient expectancy of one who had endured much and doubted still what might be in store for her. Carre gripped the small boy's two hands in his big brown one, and the youngster with a shout threw back his body and planted his feet on his grandfather's leg, and walked up him until the strong right arm encircled him and he was seated triumphantly in the crook of it. Whatever the old man might have against his son-in-law there was no doubt as to his feeling for the boy. "He is gone," he said, with a grave nod, in response to his daughter's questioning look. "But I misdoubt him. You had much better come with me to Belfontaine for a time, Rachel." She shook her head doubtfully. "He's an angry man, and if he should get back--" said her father. "In his right mind he would be sorry--" "I misdoubt him," he said again, with a sombre nod. "I shall have no peace if you are here all alone...." But she shook her head dismally, with no sign of yielding. "It has been very lonely," he said. "You and the boy--" And she looked up at him, and the hunger of his face seemed to strike her suddenly. She got up from the fern-bed and said, "Yes, we will come. My troubles have made me selfish." "Now, God be praised! You lift a load from my heart, Rachel. You will come at once? Put together what you will need and we will take it with us." "And the house?" "It will be all safe. If you like I will ask George Hamon to give an eye to it while you are away. Perhaps--" Perhaps she would decide to remain with him at Belfontaine, but experience had taught him to go one step at a time rather than risk big leaps when he was not sure of his footing. So, while she gathered such things as she and the boy would need for a few days' stay, he strode back down the sunny lane to La Vauroque, to leave word of his wishes with Hamon's mother.