were the marriage certificates of my father and mother, and the title
deeds to the Villard estate. It had been a great temptation--he the next
of kin, my father's cousin, and no one knowing. And he, too, feared the
strange blood. But watching my growth, he had come to love me, and
wanted me to love him, and feared my contempt if I should learn. All
this was explained in a letter in a small envelope, written recently and
hastily. Together, Shiela and I, we finished the reading of it:

Though I'm not so sure now that you shouldn't thank me for
withholding your inheritance until the quality of your manhood was
assured. It is true that I imperilled your mortal body a score of
times, but through fifty-score weeks I nurtured your immortal soul,
Guy.

And now I am going back to that sea wherein I expect to find rest
at the last, and let my friends make no mourning over it, Guy. 'Tis
a beautiful clean grave, no mould nor crawling worms there. But if
it be that the sea will have none of me, and the metalled war-dogs
drive me, and spar-shattered and hull-battered I make a run of it
to harbor in my old age, I shall come in full confidence of a
mooring under your roof, Guy. And who knows that I won't be worth
my salt there?

You have won her, Guy. I knew you would from that night in Momba
when you sat in the stern sheets and laughed. 'Twas in your laugh
that night, though you did not suspect it. But I know. The tides
of youth were surging in you. Beauty, wit, and courage--with these
in any man I will measure sword; but the tides of youth are of
eternal power.