I don't say that now and then, of a Sunday, with his mates----You know, Mademoiselle Gaud, what them sailors are.

Eh! ye know, he's but a young chap, and must have some liberty now and again.

But it's very rare with him to break out, for he's a straight-goer; we can say that." But night was falling, and the work had been folded up.

The little ones on the benches around drew closer to one another, saddened by the grey dismal gloaming, and eyed Gaud hard, seeming to say-- "Why doesn't she go now ?" On the hearth, the flames burned redder in the midst of the falling shadows.
"You ought to stay and have a bit o' supper with us, Mademoiselle Gaud." "Oh, no! I couldn't think of it!" The blood rushed to her face at the idea of having remained so late.

She got up and took her leave.
Yann's father also rose to accompany her part of the way, anyhow as far as a lonely nook where the old trees make a dark lane.
As they walked along together, she felt a sudden sympathy of respect and tenderness towards him; she would have liked to have spoken as to a father in the sudden gushes of feeling that came over her; but the words were stifled in her throat, and she said not a word.
And so they went their way, in the cold evening wind, full of the odour of the sea, passing here and there, on the barren heath, some poor hovels, where beach-combers dwelt and had already sealed themselves up for the night; dark and neglected they looked under the weather-beaten roofs; these crosses, clumps of reeds, and boulders they left behind.
What a great way off Pors-Even was, and what a time she had remained! Now and then they met folks returning from Paimpol or Loguivy; and as she watched the shadows approach, each time she thought it was Yann; but it was easy to recognise him at a good distance off, and so she was quickly undeceived.