Whether it was that the arrival of his sister had reminded Orso forcibly of his paternal home, or that Colomba's unconventional dress and manners made him feel shy before his civilized friends, he announced, the very next day, his determination to leave Ajaccio, and to return to Pietranera.

But he made the colonel promise that when he went to Bastia he would come and stay in his modest manor-house, and undertook, in return, to provide him with plenty of buck, pheasant, boar, and other game.
On the day before that of his departure Orso proposed that, instead of going out shooting, they should all take a walk along the shores of the gulf.

With Miss Lydia on his arm he was able to talk in perfect freedom--for Colomba had stayed in the town to do her shopping, and the colonel was perpetually leaving the young people to fire shots at sea-gulls and gannets, greatly to the astonishment of the passers-by, who could not conceive why any man should waste his powder on such paltry game.
They were walking along the path leading to the Greek Chapel, which commands the finest view to be had of the bay, but they paid no attention to it.
"Miss Lydia," said Orso, after a silence which had lasted long enough to become embarrassing, "tell me frankly, what do you think of my sister ?" "I like her very much," answered Miss Nevil.

"Better than you," she added, with a smile; "for she is a true Corsican, and you are rather too civilized a savage!" "Too civilized! Well, in spite of myself, I feel that I am growing a savage again, since I have set my foot on the island! A thousand horrid thoughts disturb and torment me, and I wanted to talk with you a little before I plunge into my desert!" "You must be brave, monsieur! Look at your sister's resignation; she sets you an example!" "Ah! do not be deceived! Do not believe in her resignation.

She has not said a word to me as yet, but every look of hers tells me what she expects of me." "What does she expect of you, then ?" "Oh, nothing! Except that I should try whether your father's gun will kill a man as surely as it kills a partridge." "What an idea! You can actually believe that, when you have just acknowledged that she has said nothing to you yet?
It really is too dreadful of you!" "If her thoughts were not fixed on vengeance, she would have spoken to me at once about our father; she has never done it.