His every thought was loyal to the woman whom he knew was not for him, but he longed for the companionship of his own kind and so welcomed the friendship of such as Joan de Tany and her fair guest.
She might have warned him had she known the truth, but instead she let things drift except for a single word of warning to Joan de Tany.
"Be careful of thy heart, Joan," she said, "lest it be getting away from thee into the keeping of one who seems to love no less quickly than he forgets."
He looked critically at Joan, and wished that she did not look so provincial or suburban in her high green dress with the faded trimming, so patient, and almost resigned.
("That's Herbert only just going to bed now," Joan interposed, as a door on the landing slammed vigorously.
Why, he wondered, could Joan never for one moment detach her mind from the details of domestic life?
Next morning, Joan and Sheldon, at breakfast, were aroused by a swelling murmur of angry voices.
Joan, startled by the unexpected leap, saw Carin-Jama, The Silent, reach out and seize Sheldon by the throat as he was half-way to his feet, while the five-score blacks surged forward for the killing.
When Sheldon came up on the veranda, he found Joan collapsed on the steamer-chair and in tears.
Durbeyfield always managed to find consolation somewhere: "Well, as one of the genuine stock, she ought to make her way with 'en, if she plays her trump card aright.
"There is a paper over here," said the grim Miss Joan, in a somewhat singular voice.
An instant afterwards that pontiff, in his splendid sweeping draperies, had crossed the room in two great strides, and was towering over Joan Stacey, his blue eyes standing from his head.