something," and going a few steps round the corner, he turned himself
into some bushes that overhung the path and bent down his head, prepared
to listen to the conversation of the pair coming along. Ah! Marguerite;
Ah, Charlie! how careful you would be did you know of the presence of
that dark-faced Jacques with his evil designs.

Unconsciously Jacques had placed himself in an excellent position to
hear and see all that was going on, as immediately beneath the bushes in
which he had hidden himself there was a large block of granite on which
the lovers sat down to await Hirzel, who was coming up from the bay.
Little they knew what power they were putting in the hands of one who
would not scruple to use it to the utmost.

"So your father is still against me, Marguerite?"

"Yes, Charlie; and that dreadful Jacques is persecuting me as much as
ever with his impertinent attentions. Only this evening he brought me
some bobbins which I told him he might take elsewhere."

"That reminds me I have brought with me those I have been making;
perhaps, though, you prefer those made by our dark friend, eh!
Marguerite?"

"Don't jest about him, Charlie; it frightens me even to think of him. I
am sure he would work you a mischief if he could."

"Ah! Marguerite, don't alarm yourself. The worst mischief he can work is
to bring a shade on your sweet face. All this evening I have noticed a
troubled look in those grey eyes of yours, which must be banished ere I
see you again. You surely do not think I am frightened at what such a