In five minutes the boat was brought.
It was not large and would hold no more than four.

Tavannes' eye fell on Carlat.
"You understand a boat," he said.

"Go with Madame St.Lo.

And you, M.
La Tribe." "But you are coming ?" Madame St.Lo cried, turning to the Countess.

"Oh, Madame," with a curtsey, "you are not?
You--" "Yes, I will come," the Countess answered.
"I shall bathe a short distance up the stream," Count Hannibal said.