And if he were," she added, "do you think, Monsieur, that we should find it easier to cross the gulf between us ?" "Tut, tut, that bugbear Love!" he said shortly.

"And so you'd lose a good friend for a dead lover?
I' faith, I'd befriend thee well if thou wert my wife, Ma'm'selle." "It is hard for those who need friends to lose them," she answered sadly.
The sorrow of her position crept in upon her and filled her eyes with tears.

She turned them to the sea-instinctively towards that point on the shore where she thought it likely Michel might be; as though by looking she might find comfort and support in this hard hour.
Even as she gazed into the soft afternoon light she could see, far over, a little sail standing out towards the Ecrehos.

Not once in six months might the coast of France be seen so clearly.

One might almost have noted people walking on the beach.