"There are only negroes there, unless"-- he came to a pause, and his face changed again, and out of his eyes looked the spirit of some hot, ancestral French lover, cynical, suspicious, and jealously watchful--"unless their master is at home," he ended, and laughed.
Audrey touched the wall, and over a great iron hook projecting therefrom threw a looped rope, and fastened her boat.
"I stay here until you come forth!" swore Hugon from across the creek.
"And then I follow you back to where you must moor the boat.

And then I shall walk with you to the minister's house.

Until we meet again, ma'm'selle!" Audrey answered not, but sped up the steps to the gate.

A sick fear lest it should be locked possessed her; but it opened at her touch, disclosing a long, sunny path, paved with brick, and shut between lines of tall, thick, and smoothly clipped box.

The gate clanged to behind her; ten steps, and the boat, the creek, and the farther shore were hidden from her sight.