Twice Tardif brought me a cup of tea, freshly made.

I could not distinctly made out who he was, or where I was, but I tried to speak loudly enough for him to hear me thank him.
I was very thankful when the first gleam of daylight shone into my room.
It seemed to bring clearness to my brain.
"Mam'zelle," said Tardif, coming to my side very early in his fisherman's dress, "I am going to fetch a doctor." "But it is Sunday," I answered faintly.

I knew that no boatman put out to sea willingly on a Sunday from Sark; and the last fatal accident, being on a Sunday, had deepened their reluctance.
"It will be right, mam'zelle," he answered, with glowing eyes.

"I have no fear." "Do not be long away, Tardif," I said, sobbing.
"Not one moment longer than I can help," he replied..