Do ye try my bit of a charm, now; do ye!" Rose could not resist the temptation; and between them both the charm was agreed on, and the next night was fixed for its trial, on the payment of certain current coins of the realm (for Lucy, of course, must live by her trade); and slipping a tester into the dame's hand as earnest, Rose went away home, and got there in safety.
But in the meanwhile, at the very hour that Eustace had been prosecuting his suit in the lane at Moorwinstow, a very different scene was being enacted in Mrs.Leigh's room at Burrough.
For the night before, Amyas, as he was going to bed, heard his brother Frank in the next room tune his lute, and then begin to sing.

And both their windows being open, and only a thin partition between the chambers, Amyas's admiring ears came in for every word of the following canzonet, sung in that delicate and mellow tenor voice for which Frank was famed among all fair ladies:-- "Ah, tyrant Love, Megaera's serpents bearing, Why thus requite my sighs with venom'd smart?
Ah, ruthless dove, the vulture's talons wearing, Why flesh them, traitress, in this faithful heart?
Is this my meed?
Must dragons' teeth alone In Venus' lawns by lovers' hands be sown?
"Nay, gentlest Cupid; 'twas my pride undid me.
Nay, guiltless dove; by mine own wound I fell.
To worship, not to wed, Celestials bid me: I dreamt to mate in heaven, and wake in hell; Forever doom'd, Ixion-like, to reel On mine own passions' ever-burning wheel." At which the simple sailor sighed, and longed that he could write such neat verses, and sing them so sweetly.

How he would besiege the ear of Rose Salterne with amorous ditties! But still, he could not be everything; and if he had the bone and muscle of the family, it was but fair that Frank should have the brains and voice; and, after all, he was bone of his bone and flesh of his flesh, and it was just the same as if he himself could do all the fine things which Frank could do; for as long as one of the family won honor, what matter which of them it was?
Whereon he shouted through the wall, "Good night, old song-thrush; I suppose I need not pay the musicians." "What, awake ?" answered Frank.

"Come in here, and lull me to sleep with a sea-song." So Amyas went in, and found Frank laid on the outside of his bed not yet undrest.
"I am a bad sleeper," said he; "I spend more time, I fear, in burning the midnight oil than prudent men should.

Come and be my jongleur, my minnesinger, and tell me about Andes, and cannibals, and the ice-regions, and the fire-regions, and the paradises of the West." So Amyas sat down, and told: but somehow, every story which he tried to tell came round, by crooked paths, yet sure, to none other point than Rose Salterne, and how he thought of her here and thought of her there, and how he wondered what she would say if she had seen him in this adventure, and how he longed to have had her with him to show her that glorious sight, till Frank let him have his own way, and then out came the whole story of the simple fellow's daily and hourly devotion to her, through those three long years of world-wide wanderings.
"And oh, Frank, I could hardly think of anything but her in the church the other day, God forgive me! and it did seem so hard for her to be the only face which I did not see--and have not seen her yet, either." "So I thought, dear lad," said Frank, with one of his sweetest smiles; "and tried to get her father to let her impersonate the nymph of Torridge." "Did you, you dear kind fellow?
That would have been too delicious." "Just so, too delicious; wherefore, I suppose, it was ordained not to be, that which was being delicious enough." "And is she as pretty as ever ?" "Ten times as pretty, dear lad, as half the young fellows round have discovered.