a glance he recalled everything that had been, and sprang to his
feet. He stood respectfully before me for a few seconds before
speaking. Then he said, with an open, engaging smile:

"I see, sir, you know all. Am I forgiven--for Teuta's sake as well
as my own?" By this time I was also on my feet. A man like that
walks straight into my heart. My daughter, too, had risen, and stood
by my side. I put out my hand and grasped his, which seemed to leap
to meet me--as only the hand of a swordsman can do.

"I am glad you are my son!" I said. It was all I could say, and I
meant it and all it implied. We shook hands warmly. Teuta was
pleased; she kissed me, and then stood holding my arm with one hand,
whilst she linked her other hand in the arm of her husband.

He summoned one of the sentries without, and told him to ask Captain
Rooke to come to him. The latter had been ready for a call, and came
at once. When through the open flap of the tent we saw him coming,
Rupert--as I must call him now, because Teuta wishes it; and I like
to do it myself--said:

"I must be off to board the Turkish vessel before it comes inshore.
Good-bye, sir, in case we do not meet again." He said the last few
words in so low a voice that I only could hear them. Then he kissed
his wife, and told her he expected to be back in time for breakfast,
and was gone. He met Rooke--I am hardly accustomed to call him
Captain as yet, though, indeed, he well deserves it--at the edge of
the cordon of sentries, and they went quickly together towards the
port, where the yacht was lying with steam up.