of Bordeaux, and
flashing reflected golden light to the girl's face, he saw that they
were shining with tears, and though looking at him, appeared not to
see him. In that moment the scrutiny of the little man's mind was
volatilized, and the Spanische, as she was ultimately called, began her
career in the life of the money-master of St. Saviour's.

It began by his immediately resenting the fact that she should be
travelling in the forecastle. His mind imagined misfortune and a lost
home through political troubles, for he quickly came to know that the
girl and her father were Spanish; and to him, Spain was a place of
martyrs and criminals. Criminals these could not be--one had but to look
at the girl's face; while the face of her worthless father might have
been that of a friend of Philip IV. in the Escorial, so quiet and
oppressed it seemed. Nobility was written on the placid, apathetic
countenance, except when it was not under observation, and then the look
of Cain took its place. Jean Jacques, however, was not likely to see
that look; since Sebastian Dolores--that was his name--had observed from
the first how the master-miller was impressed by his daughter, and he
was set to turn it to account.

Not that the father entered into an understanding with the girl. He knew
her too well for that. He had a wholesome respect, not to say fear,
of her; for when all else had failed, it was she who had arranged his
escape from Spain, and who almost saved Carvillho Gonzales from being
shot. She could have saved Gonzales, might have saved him, would
have saved him, had she not been obliged to save her father. In the
circumstances she could not save both.

Before the week was out Jean Jacques was possessed of as fine a tale
of political persecution as mind could conceive, and, told as it was by
Sebastian Dolores, his daughter did not seek to alter it, for she had
her own purposes, and they were mixed. These refugees needed a friend,
for they would land in Canada with only a few dollars, and Carmen
Dolores loved her father well enough not to wish to see him again in
such distress as he had endured in Cadiz. Also, Jean Jacques, the
young, verdant, impressionable French Catholic, was like her Carvillho
Gonzales, and she had loved her Carvillho in her own way very
passionately, and--this much to her credit--quite chastely. So that she
had no compunction in drawing the young money-master to her side, and
keeping him there by such arts