oming.

About seven o'clock she heard his footsteps on the shingle and the gay
whistle to which they timed themselves. Joan went to the door to
welcome him. Denas stood up as he entered, and then, meeting his
ardent gaze, trembled and flushed and sat down again. He sat down
beside her. He told her how much already he had heard of her gracious
work in the village. He said it was worth going to France and Italy
and Greece, only to come back and see how much more lovely than all
other women the Cornish women were. And by and by he took from his
pocket the most exquisite kerchief of Maltese lace and a finely-carved
set of corals. Denas would have been less than a woman had she not
been charmed with the beautiful objects. She let Tris knot the lovely
silky lace around her throat, and she went to her mirror and put the
carved coral comb among her fair, abundant tresses, and the rings in
her ears, and the necklace and the locket round her white slender
throat.

Then Tris looked at her as if he had met a goddess in a wilderness;
and Joan, with her hands against her sides, congratulated and praised
herself for having given to St. Penfer by the Sea a daughter so lovely
and so good.

FOOTNOTE:

[5] Junket is made of fresh milk, spirits, spices, sugar; curdled with
rennet and eaten with clotted cream.

CHAPTER XVII.

DENAS.

"She that is loved is safe; and he that is loved is joyful."
--BISHOP TAYLOR.

"No pearls, no gold, no stones, no corn, no spice,
No cloth, no wine, of Love can pay the price;
Divine is Love, and scorneth worldly pelf,
And can be bought with nothing but itself."
--HEYWOOD.

"To-morrow, Love, as to-day,
Two blent hearts never astray;
Two souls no power may sever;
Together, O Love, for ever!"
--ROSSETTI.

During the summer which followed, Tris was much at home. Mr. Arundel
did not go to Norway; he was in London with the lady whom he intended
to marry, until the end of the season, and afterward frequently at her
country home in Devonshire. Tris had then his opportunity and he did
not neglect it. But he was an impulsive young man, and very often lost
the ground on Monday that he had gained on Sunday. All of love's
fitful fevers and chills tormented him, and then he tormented Denas.
He was jealous of every moment of her time, of every kind word and