What sort of a place do you and your wife live in ?" His face was clouded a little, I thought; and he did not answer me till after a short silence.
"My poor little wife is dead," he answered, "and I do not live in Guernsey or Jersey.

We live in Sark, my mother and I.I am a fisherman, but I have also a little farm, for with us the land goes from the father to the eldest son, and I was the eldest.

It is true we have one room to spare, which might do for mam'zelle; but the island is far away, and very _triste_.

Jersey is gay, and so is Guernsey, but in the winter Sark is too mournful." "It will be just the place I want," I said, eagerly; "it would suit me exactly.

Can you let me go there at once?
Will you take me with you ?" "Mam'zelle," he replied, smiling, "the room must be made ready for you, and I must speak to my mother.