"So, thou shalt save my life," he said, speaking in French.

"We shall be quits then, thou and I." The familiar French thou startled her.

To hide the instant's confusion she turned her head away, using a hand to gather in her hair, which the wind was lifting lightly.
"That wouldn't quite make us quits," she rejoined; "your life is important, mine isn't.

You"-- she nodded towards the Narcissus--"you command men." "So dost thou," he answered, persisting in the endearing pronoun.
He meant it to be endearing.

As he had sailed up and down the world, a hundred ports had offered him a hundred adventures, all light in the scales of purpose, but not all bad.