Miss Herbey went up to him and told him quietly that the drawing of the lots had not yet been finished.

Andre asked no further question, but took his father's hand.

M.Letourneur's countenance was calm and serene; he seemed to be conscious of nothing except that the life of his son was spared, and as the two sat conversing in an undertone at the back of the raft, their whole existence seemed bound up in each other.
Meantime, I could not disabuse my mind of the impression caused by Miss Herbey's intervention.

Something told me that help was near at hand, and that we were approaching the termination of our suspense and misery; the chimeras that were floating through my brain resolved themselves into realities, so that nothing appeared to me more certain than that either land or sail, be they miles away, would be discovered somewhere to leeward.
I imparted my convictions to M.Letourneur and his son.

Andre was as sanguine as myself; poor boy! he little thinks what a loss there is in store for him tomorrow.