The feeling passed; her face regained its natural hue, and she said petulantly, "Why, yes, it seems fated that you should always be there, Simon, yet Betty Nasroth said nothing of it." "It may be well for you that I'm here," I answered hotly; for her scorn stirred me to say what I should have left unsaid.
I do not know how she would have answered, for at the moment we heard a shout from the watchman who stood looking over the sea.

He hailed a boat that came prancing over the waves; a light answered his signal.

Who came to the Castle?
Barbara's eyes and mine sought the ship; we did not know the stranger, but he was expected; for a minute later Darrell ran quickly by us with an eager look on his face; with him was the Count d'Albon, who had come with Madame, and Depuy, the Duke of York's servant.

They went by at the top of their speed and in visible excitement.

Barbara forgot her anger and haughtiness in fresh girlish interest.
"Who can it be ?" she cried, coming so near to me that her sleeve touched mine, and leaning over the wall towards where the ship's black hull was to be seen far below in the moonlight by the jetty.
"Doubtless it's the gentleman whom Madame expects," said I.
Many minutes passed, but through them Barbara and I stood silent side by side.