"Anything else?"
"Yes. There are lights dotted about here and there. Some village on the coast."
"On the coast?" he murmured hoarsely, "and we are heading towards it."
"So it appears," she said indifferently. What cared she to what shore she was being taken: every land save England was exile to her now.
Just at this moment M. Martin-Roget in his restless wanderings once more passed by.
"M. Martin-Roget!" called the duc.
And vaguely Yvonne wondered why his voice trembled so.
"At your service, M. le duc," replied the other as he came to a halt, and then stood with legs wide apart firmly planted upon the deck, his hands buried in the pockets of his heavy mantle, his head thrown back, as if defiantly, his whole attitude that of a master condescending to talk with slaves.
"What are those lights over there, ahead of us?" asked M. le duc quietly.
"The lighthouse of Le Croisic, M. le duc," replied Martin-Roget dryly, "and of the guard-house above and the harbour below. All at your service," he added, with a sneer.