"How can I stay longer in this country, loving you as I do, while you love Henry?"
It was the first time he had openly avowed his love, and Leoncia knew the swift surge of joy, followed by the no less swift surge of mantling shame that she, a woman who had always esteemed herself good, could love two men at the same time. She glanced at Henry, as if to verify her heart, and her heart answered yes. As truly did she love Henry as she did Francis, and the emotion seemed similar where the two were similar, different where they were different.
"I'm afraid I'll have to connect up with the Angeliquc, most likely at Bocas del Toro, and get away," Francis told Henry. "You and Enrico can find the treasure and split it two ways."
But the peon, having heard, broke into quick speech with his father,
