She spoke the country patois in the daily life, teaching it to Guida at the same time that she taught her pure French and good English, which she herself had learned as a child, and cultivated later here.

She had done all in her power to make Guida Jersiaise in instinct and habit, and to beget in her a contented disposition.

There could be no future for her daughter outside this little green oasis of exile, she thought.

Not that she lacked ambition, but in the circumstances she felt that ambition could yield but one harvest to her child, which was marriage.

She herself had married a poor man, a master builder of ships, like Maitre Ranulph Delagarde, but she had been very happy while he lived.