They had nothing to do for the present but wait, and when they had satisfied themselves that, as yet, there was no sign of Mr.Wynter's arrival, they had plenty of time to grow better acquainted with the view around them.
The long low point of land beside which they lay; the town in front, with a flood of cold sunlight resting on its low round tower, and the white sugar-loaf shaped monument, which was once the sailor's landmark--the lofty chapel piously dedicated to Notre Dame de Bons Secours now superseding it--the broad mouth of the Seine and the Norman shore, bending away to the right--all these photographed themselves on Lucia's memory as the first-seen features of that new world where her life was henceforth to be passed.
At last, when nearly all their fellow-passengers had bidden them good-bye and left the ship, they saw a gentleman coming on board whom they both felt by some instinct to be Mr.Wynter.He was a portly, white-bearded man, as strange to Mrs.Costello as to Lucia, for the last twenty years had totally changed him from the aspect she remembered and had described to her daughter.

Perhaps his nature as well as his looks had grown more genial; at any rate, he had a warm and affectionate greeting for the strangers, and if he had any painful or embarrassing recollection such as agitated his cousin, he knew how perfectly to conceal them.

He had arrived the day before, but on arriving had heard that the 'Atalanta' was not expected for twenty-four hours, so that the news of her being in port came to him quite unexpectedly.

He explained all this as they stood on deck, and then hurried to see their luggage brought up, and to transfer them to the carriage he had brought from his hotel.
Lucia felt herself happily released from her cares.

She had no inclination to like, or depend upon, her future guardian; but without thinking about it, she allowed him to take the management of their affairs, and to fall into the same place as Mr.Strafford had occupied during their American journey.
Only there was a difference; she was awake now, and hopeful, naturally pleased with all that was new and curious, and only kept from thorough light-heartedness by her mother's feeble and fatigued condition..