Then Delarey knew that it was her voice that he had heard when he was in

the sea, and he suddenly changed his desire. Now he no longer wished to

remain unseen, and without hesitation he came out from the trees. The

girl stood where she was, watching him as he came. Her attitude showed

neither surprise nor alarm, and when he was close to her, and could at

last see her face, he found that its expression was one of simple, bold

questioning. It seemed to be saying to him quietly, "Well, what do you

want of me?"

Delarey was not acquainted with the Arab type of face. Had he been he

would have at once been struck by the Eastern look in the girl's long,

black eyes, by the Eastern cast of her regular, slightly aquiline

features. Above her eyes were thin, jet-black eyebrows that looked almost

as if they were painted. Her chin was full and her face oval in shape.

She had hair like Gaspare's, black-brown, immensely thick and wavy, with

tiny feathers of gold about the temples. She was tall, and had the

contours of a strong though graceful girl just blooming into womanhood.

Her hands were as brown as Delarey's, well shaped, but the hands of a

worker. She was perhaps eighteen or nineteen, and brimful of lusty life.

After a minute of silence Delarey's memory recalled some words of

Gaspare's, till then forgotten.

"You are Maddalena!" he said, in Italian.

The girl nodded.

"Si, signore."

She uttered the words softly, then fell into silence again, staring at

him with her lustrous eyes, that were like black jewels.

"You live here with Salvatore?"

She nodded once more and began to smile, as if with pleasure at his

knowledge of her.

Delarey smiled too, and made with his arms the motion of swimming. At

that she laughed outright and broke into quick speech. She spoke

vivaciously, moving her hands and her whole body. Delarey could not

understand much of what she said, but he caught the words mare and

pescatore, and by her gestures knew that she was telling him she had been

on the rocks and had seen his mishap. Suddenly in the midst of her talk

she uttered the little cry of surprise or alarm which he had heard as he

came up above water, pointed to her lips to indicate that she had given

vent to it, and laughed again with all her heart. Delarey laughed too. He

felt happy and at ease with his siren, and was secretly amused at his

thought in the sea of the magical being full of enchantment who sang to

lure men to their destruction. This girl was simply a pretty, but not

specially uncommon, type of the Sicilian contadina--young, gay, quite

free from timidity, though gentle, full of the joy of life and of the

nascent passion of womanhood, blossoming out carelessly in the sunshine

of the season of flowers. She could sing, this island siren, but probably

she could not read or write. She could dance, could perhaps innocently

give and receive love. But there was in her face, in her manner, nothing

deliberately provocative. Indeed, she looked warmly pure, like a bright,

eager young animal of the woods, full of a blithe readiness to enjoy,

full of hope and of unself-conscious animation.




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