She then spoke of his future.

She told him of a woman, of another, and another still; of an accident at sea, and of a quarrel; then, with a low, wild laugh, she stopped, let go his hand, and would say no more.

But her face was all flushed, and her eyes like burning beads.

Her father stood near, listening.

Now he took her by the arm.
"Here, Andree, that's enough," he said, with rough kindness; "it's no good for you or him." He turned to Gaston, and said in English: "She's sing'lar, like her mother afore her.