to have a vessel awaiting me, and within three days - or four
at the most - I look to cross to France, bearing your bride
with me."

He paused for some reply, but none came. The boy sat on with
an impassive face, his eyes glued to the table, but his mind
busy enough upon that which his father was pouring into his
ear. Presently Crispin continued:

"You cannot refuse to do as I suggest, Jocelyn. I shall make
you the fullest amends for the harm that I have done you, if
you but obey my directions. You must quit this place as soon
as possible, and proceed on your way to London. There you must
find a boat to carry you to France, and you will await me at
the Auberge du Soleil at Calais. You are agreed, Jocelyn?"

There was a slight pause, and Jocelyn took his resolution. Yet
there was still a sullen look in the eyes he lifted to his
father's face.

"I have little choice, sir," he made answer, "and so I must
agree. If you accomplish what you promise, I own that you will
have made amends, and I shall crave your pardon for my
yesternight's want of faith. I shall await you at Calais."

Crispin sighed, and for a second his face hardened. It was not
the answer to which he held himself entitled, and for a moment
it rose to the lips of this man of fierce and sudden moods to
draw back and let the son, whom at the moment he began to
detest, go his own way, which assuredly would lead him to