The very idea that Sigurd seemed to entertain of his doing him any harm, showed a reasonless terror and foreboding that was simply to be set down as caused by his unfortunate mental condition.
To such an appeal there could be no satisfactory reply.

To sail away from the Altenfjord and its now most fascinating attractions, because a madman asked him to do so, was a proposition impossible of acceptance, so Sir Philip said nothing.

Sigurd, however, watching his face intently, saw, or thought he saw, a look of resolution in the Englishman's clear, deep grey eyes,--and with the startling quickness common to many whose brains, like musical instruments, are jarred, yet not quite unstrung, he grasped the meaning of that expression instantly.
"Ah! cruel and traitorous!" he exclaimed fiercely.

"You will not go; you are resolved to tear my heart out for your sport! I have pleaded with you as one pleads with a king and all in vain--all in vain! You will not go?
Listen, see what you will do," and he held up the bunch of purple pansies, while his voice sank to an almost feeble faintness.

"Look!" and he fingered the flowers, "look!.