put again before the wind, and as the shores of the Main faded
lower and dimmer behind her, a mighty cheer broke from all on
board; and for once the cry from every mouth was Eastward-ho!

Scrap by scrap, as weakness and confusion of intellect per-
mitted her, Lucy Passmore told her story. It was a simple
one after all, and Amyas might almost have guessed it for him-
self. Rose had not yielded to the Spaniard without a struggle.
He had visited her two or three times at Lucy's house (how he
found out Lucy's existence she herself could never tell, unless
from the Jesuits) before she agreed to go with him. He had
gained Lucy to his side by huge promises of Indian gold; and,
in fine, they had gone to Lundy, where the lovers were married
by a priest, who was none other, Lucy would swear, than the
shorter and stouter of the two who had carried off her husband
and his boat--in a word, Father Parsons.

Amyas gnashed his teeth at the thought that he had had
Parsons in his power at Brenttor down, and let him go. It
was a fresh proof to him that Heaven's vengeance was upon
him for letting one of its enemies escape. Though what good
to Rose or Frank the hanging of Parsons would have been, I,
for my part, cannot see.

But when had Eustace been at Lundy? Lucy could throw
no light on that matter. It was evidently some by-thread in
the huge spider's web of Jesuit intrigue, which was, perhaps,
not worth knowing after all.

They sailed from Lundy in a Portugal ship, were at Lisbon
a few days (during which Rose and Lucy remained on board),
and then away for the West Indies; while all went merry as a
marriage bell. "Sir, he would have kissed the dust off her
dear feet, till that evil eye of Mr. Eustace's came, no one knew
how or whence." And, from that time, all went wrong.
Eustace got power over Don Guzman, whether by threatening
that the marriage should be dissolved, whether by working on
his superstitious scruples about leaving his wife still a heretic,
or whether (and this last Lucy much suspected) by insinuations
that her heart was still at home in England, and that she was
longing for Amyas and his ship to come and take her home
again; the house soon became a den of misery, and Eustace the
presiding evil genius. Don Guzman had even commanded him
to leave it--and he went; but, somehow, within a week he was
there again, in greater favour than ever. Then came prepara-
tions to meet the English, and high words about it between
Don Guzman and Rose; till a few days before Amyas's arrival,

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