How lonely I was! how poor! with neither a home nor a friend in the world!--a mere castaway upon the waves of this troublous life! "Mam'zelle is a brave sailor," said a voice behind me, which I recognized as my seaman of the night before, whom I had wellnigh forgotten; "but the storm is over now, and we shall be in port only an hour or two behind time." "What port shall we reach ?" I asked, not caring to turn round lest he should see my wet eyes and cheeks.
"St.Peter-Port," he answered.

"Mam'zelle, then, does not know our islands ?" "No," I said.

"Where is St.Peter-Port ?" "In Guernsey," he replied.

"Is mam'zelle going to Guernsey or Jersey?
Jersey is about two hours' sail from Guernsey.

If you were going to land at St.Peter-Port, I might be of some service to you." I turned round then, and looked at him steadily.