And with his boat on the watch there, and no word able to get to Peter Port unless after dark, and the time then necessary for an organised descent on Herm, I thought Torode would risk it and lie there quietly till perhaps the early morning.
It was a time of weary waiting, with nothing to do but think of Carette's distress, and watch the white clouds sailing slowly along the blue sky, while my boat rose high and fell low in the black cleft, now ten feet up with a rush and a swirl, then as many feet down, with deep gurglings and rushing waterfalls from every ledge.

She was getting sorely bruised against the rough rock walls in spite of all my fendings, but there was no help for it.
I could make no plans till I knew where Carette was lodged, and that I could not learn until it was dark, and I remembered gratefully that the new moon was not due for several days yet.
In thinking over things while I lay waiting, I took blame to myself, and felt very great regret, that I had not taken the time to see my grandfather and tell him about Torode.

For if the night saw the end of me, as it very well might, no other was cognisant of the matter, and Torode would go unpunished.

But go he would I felt sure, for he would never believe that it was all still locked up in me.

Of course Helier Le Marchant might have told Jeanne Falla.