From where she stood, at the distance to the tower, the Governor's daughter saw now the two men descend; she perceived, also, at a turn in the path, coming up slowly, as one whose years had begun to tell upon him, another figure, clad in black; a priest. This last person and the Black Seigneur accosted each other; stopped, while the other man, who had crossed himself at sight of her, drew aside. At length, somewhat abruptly, they separated, the priest and Sanchez going down the hill and the young man starting to walk up. Then quickly leaving the ancient, circular structure for observation, she stepped toward the cliff, not far to the right; and in an attitude of as great unconcern as she could summon, waited. Below the ocean beat around the rock, and her eyes seemed to have rested an interminable period on the dark surface of the water, when at length she heard him; near at hand; directly behind. Still she did not stir; he, too, by the silence, stood motionless. How long? The little foot moved restlessly; why did he not speak? She knew he was looking at her--the Governor's daughter who had inadvertently looked into a forbidden chamber; was possessed of dangerous knowledge. Again she made a movement. When was he going to speak? It was intolerable that he should stand there, studying, deducing! That she, accustomed to command; to be served; to have her way at court and Mount, should now be judged, passed upon, disposed of, by--whom? Quickly she looked around; the flashing brown eyes met the steady black ones. "Well?" "The man will take you back." His manner was quiet; composed; implied a full cognizance of what she knew, and an absence of any further desire to attempt to disguise the truth. "Back! Where?" She could not conceal her surprise. "To the Mount." For the moment she did not speak; she had not known what to expect--certainly not that. "Why not?" A smile, slightly forced, crossed his face. "Does your Ladyship think I make war on women? Only, before your Ladyship departs, it will be necessary for you to agree to a little condition." "Condition?" She drew her breath quickly. "That you will say nothing to incriminate him. He is an old servant of mine; has broken none of the _laws_ of the land," with a somewhat contemptuous accent, "works his bit of ground; pays _métayage_, and a tax on all the fish he brings in. Only in a certain matter to-day has he served me." "You mean I must say nothing about meeting him? You?" "For his sake!" "And your own!" "Mine?" He made a careless gesture. "I should not presume! For myself I should exact, or expect, from your Ladyship no promise. To-night I shall be far away. But this good fellow remains behind; should be allowed to continue his peaceful, lowly occupation. I would not have anything happen to him on my account." "And if I refuse to promise?" she asked haughtily. "To enter into any covenant with--you!"