Still, the island was of little use to him, and to oust them would have been to incur the ill-will of men notorious for the payment of scores in kind, so he suffered them without opposition.
Carette told us afterwards that the Seigneur stroked her hair, when she had told all her story and proffered her request, assuring him at the same time that the little boat would be of no use to him whatever, as it could not possibly hold him.
"And what do you want with it, little one ?" he asked.
"To come over from Brecqhou whenever I want, M.le Seigneur, if you please." "My faith, I think you will be better on Sercq than on Brecqhou.

But you will be getting yourself drowned in the Gouliot, and that would be a sad pity," said the Seigneur.
"But I can swim, M.le Seigneur, and I will be very, very careful." "Well, well! You can have the boat, child.

But if any ill comes of it, remember, I shall feel myself to blame.

So be careful for my sake also." And so the yellow cockleshell became Carette's golden bridge, and thereafter her comings and goings knew no bounds but her own wilful will and the states of the tides and the weather.
Krok's ideas in the matter of seigneurial rights of flotsam and jetsam were by no means as strict as his master's, especially where Carette was concerned.

In his mute, dog-like way he worshipped Carette.