"And have you--made this for--me, Martino?" she questioned, a little breathlessly.
"Aye," I nodded, "because I do hate idleness--"
"Hark to him!" said Resolution. "And him picturing to me how snug you would lie here--"
"As to that, Resolution," said I, scowling, "you can lie anywhere."
"Why, true," said he, ignoring my meaning. "Since Jo sleeps here, I shall sleep 'neath the tree hard by, leaving you the cave yonder, friend."
That night Joanna lay in the bower and from this time she mended apace, but as for me, with every hour my impatience to be gone grew upon me beyond all measure, and as the time passed I waxed surly and morose, insomuch that upon a day as I sat frowning at the sea, Joanna stole upon me and stooping, kissed my hand or ever I might stay her.
"Do I offend?" she questioned with a strange, new humility. "Ah, prithee, why art grown so strange to me?"
"I am as I always was!"
"Nay, in my sickness thou wert kind and gentle--"
"So should I have been to any other!"
"You builded me my little house?"
"I had naught else to do."
"Martino," said she, sinking on her knees beside me. "Oh, caro mio, if--if you could kiss me in my sickness when I knew naught of it--wherefore not now when I am all awake and full of life--"
"I never did!" said I, speaking on rageful impulse "If Resolution told you this, he lies!" At this she shrank as I had struck her.
"And did you not--kiss me in my sickness--once, no?"
"Never once!"
Here, bowing her head upon her hands, she rested silent awhile.
"Nay, Joanna, wherefore seek the impossible. In these latter days I have learned to--to respect you--"
"Respect!" cried she, clenching her fists, "Rather give me hate; 'twere easier endured--"
"Why, then, this island is a rendezvous for the Brotherhood, soon will you have friends and comrades; give me then the boat and let me go--"
"To seek her? Nay, that you shall never do. I will kill you first, yes--for the cold, passionless thing you are!" So she left me and knowing that she wept, I felt greatly heartsick and ashamed.
Now the little cave wherein I slept gave upon that stretch of sandy beach where lay the boat and this night the weather being very hot and no wind stirring, I came without the cave and sat to watch the play of moonlight on the placid waters and hearken to their cool plash and ripple. Long time I sat thus, my mind full of foreboding, mightily cast down and hot with anger against Resolution, whose subtle lies had set Joanna on this vain folly of love, teaching her hopes for that which might never be; and guessing some of her pain therefor, I grieved for her and felt myself humbled that I (though all unwitting) should cause her this sorrow.