The Amulet

"Do not suppose, Mr. Van de Werve, that on that account I would be guilty

of any foolish imprudence. I know that the eye and sword are good

sentinels. When I pass through the streets at night, I am always well

accompanied, and my hand never leaves the hilt of my sword. Therefore have

no anxiety on this point, and permit me to perform my duty to her to whom

I owe homage and respect."

At that moment the painted--glass windows trembled under the stroke of a

large clock from some neighboring belfry. This suddenly turned Mary's

thoughts into another channel.

"The clock of St. James is striking ten," she said.

"Father, will you walk with me to the dock-yard to see if any new ships

have arrived?"

"What is the hour of high tide?" her father asked Geronimo.

"At noon," he replied.

"Why need we go so soon to the dock-yard?" asked the old cavalier. "Many

days may yet pass before the Il Salvatore appears in the Scheldt. Do not

fear, Mary, that the Signor Deodati will take us by surprise. Don Pezoa,

the agent of the king of Portugal, has given orders that I shall be

notified as soon as the galley we are awaiting is signaled in the river,

at noon."

He was interrupted by the entrance of a servant, who announced that the

Chevalier John Van Schoonhoven,[8] the bailiff, desired to speak with him.

Geronimo was about to withdraw, but Mr. Van de Werve said to him,

cordially: "Remain, signor; I will send Petronilla, Mary's duenna as a companion for

her; the interview with the Chevalier Schoonhoven may not detain me long.

We will afterwards go to the dock-yard, and we will at least enjoy the

fine weather. Stay, I beg you."

Hardly had he left the hall when an old woman entered, and seated herself

near the door. She drew a chaplet from her pocket, and commenced praying

in a low voice. This was apparently an habitual act with her, for neither

the young girl nor the young man took the least notice of the duenna.

Mary approached her lover, and said, gaily: "Rejoice, Geronimo! My father

has just promised not to propose very heavy conditions to your uncle."

"I am most grateful for his kindness," said the young man, sadly.

"What can be the matter?" asked Mary, surprised by his indifference. "I

noticed you were depressed when you first came. Be more hopeful; perhaps

the Il Salvatore will ascend the Scheldt to-day."