"At last!" he hisses between his set white teeth--"at last, after two years' weary waiting! At last, oh! my mother, the time has come for me to keep my vow!"
He raised one arm with a tragic gesture, removed the slouched hat, and stood uncovered in the tranquil half light.
The face was wonderfully handsome, of gypsy darkness, and the eyes shone like black stars; but a scarlet handkerchief was bound tightly around his head, and concealed every vestige of hair. With a slow smile creeping round his mouth, the boy took his handkerchief off.
"To-morrow he will come and call me, but to-morrow I shall not leave Kingsland Court. No, my dear young baronet, I have not saved your life for nothing! I shall have the honor of remaining your guest for some time."