With the money they built an upper story to their house, which was situated at the point of Ploubazlanec, at the very land's end, in the hamlet of Pors-Even, overlooking the sea, and having a grand outlook.
"It is mighty tough, though," said he, "this here life of an Icelander, having to start in February for such a country, where it is awful cold and bleak, with a raging, foaming sea." Gaud remembered every phrase of their conversation at the ball, as if it had all happened yesterday, and details came regularly back to her mind, as she looked upon the night falling over Paimpol.

If Yann had had no idea of marriage, why had he told her all the items of his existence, to which she had listened, as only an engaged sweetheart would have done; he did not seem a commonplace young man, prone to babbling his business to everybody who came along.
"The occupation is pretty good, nevertheless," he said, "and I shall never change my career.

Some years we make eight hundred francs, and others twelve hundred, which I get upon my return, and hand over to the old lady." "To your mother, Monsieur Yann, eh ?" "Yes, every penny of it, always.

It's the custom with us Icelanders, Mademoiselle Gaud." He spoke of this as a quite ordinary and natural course.
"Perhaps you'll hardly believe it, but I scarcely ever have any pocket-money.

Of a Sunday mother gives me a little when I come into Paimpol.