This was no good token, for when that coast may be seen with great distinctness a storm follows hard after.
The girl knew this; and though she could not know that this was Michel de la Foret's boat, the possibility fixed itself in her mind.

She quickly scanned the horizon.

Yes, there in the north-west was gathering a dark-blue haze, hanging like small filmy curtains in the sky.
The Seigneur of Rozel presently broke the silence so awkward for him.

He had seen the tears in her eyes, and though he could not guess the cause, he vaguely thought it might be due to his announcement that she had lost a friend.

He was magnanimous at once, and he meant what he said and would stand by it through thick and thin.
"Well, well, I'll be thy everlasting friend if not thy husband," he said with ornate generosity.