CHAPTER II
THE SEAMAN'S SECRET
One evening Yann amused himself by relating to his affianced a
thousand things she had done, or which had happened to her since their
first meeting; he even enumerated to her the different dresses she had
had, and the jollifications to which she had been.
She listened in great surprise. How did he know all this? Who would
have thought of a man ever paying any attention to such matters, and
being capable of remembering so clearly?
But he only smiled at her in a mysterious way, and went on mentioning
other facts to her that she had altogether forgotten.
She did not interrupt him; nay, she but let him continue, while an
unexpected delicious joy welled up in her heart; she began, at length,
to divine and understand everything. He, too, had loved--loved her,
through that weary time. She had been his constant thought, as he was
guilelessly confessing. But, in this case, what had been his reason
for repelling her at first and making her suffer so long?
There always remained this mystery that he had promised to explain to
her--yet still seemed to elude--with a confused, incomprehensible
smile.
