A most various spring--useful, too! She might see--but Claire did not anticipate even to herself what or whom she hoped to see. At any rate, pending the arrival of her three male servitors, she would go--there could be no harm in just going--to the Spring of the Consolation, hid deep in that bosky dell over which the willow and oleander cast so pleasant a shade.
Claire snatched a broad Navarrese bonnet and went.
"My sweet cousin, I bid you welcome," a voice spoke, mocking a little, but quiet and penetrating.
Hastily Claire let the laurel branch slip back, stood upright like a startled fawn, and--found herself in face of Raphael Llorient, who at the other side of the little brook which flowed from the Spring of Our Lady of the Consolation, leaned against a tree, tapping his knee with a switch and smiling triumphantly across at her.
"Ah, cousin," he said, "you did not give me any very pressing invitation to come again to see you at the Mas on the hillside yonder. All the more gracious of you, therefore, to have come so far to meet me at my favourite retreat!"
"But I--I did not know--I had no idea----" Claire stammered.
The Lord of Collioure waved his hand easily, as one who passed lightly from a childish indiscretion.
"Of course not--of course not," he agreed, as if humouring her mood, "how should you know? You had never even heard of the Spring of Our Lady of the Consolation, or of its magic properties. Well, we have time--I will explain them to you, sweet cousin Claire!"
"Oh, pray do not," cried Claire breathlessly; "I know--what they say--what Jean-Marie says, that is. He pointed out the nest of bushes on the hillside last night--I should not have come!"
"And he told you, I doubt not--he would not be a Collioure man if he did not, and a good Catholic of Roussillon (which is to say a good pagan)--that you had but to look in the well at the gloaming to see the Predestined. Well, look!"
In spite of herself Claire glanced downwards. She stood on the opposite side of it from her cousin Raphael, and it was with a thrill of anger and fear that she saw his slender figure mirrored in the black pool.
"It looks like a betrothal--eh, cousin?" said Raphael, "even by your friend Jean-Marie's telling?"