He would think nothing of running over to fetch them home and to assist in the smuggling of Cinders back into his native land.

In fact, if the truth were told, he would probably rather enjoy it.
In the meantime, here was she, stranded with a damaged foot, and all the delights of the sea temporarily denied to her.

Perhaps not quite all, when she came to think of it.

She could not paddle, but she might manage to hobble down to the shore, and sit on the sun-baked rocks.

Even Mademoiselle could surely find no fault with this.