"And I saw her blown over the side of the pier, by the wind."
The sailors laughed at this sally, which encouraged Jacques. "Won't you take her to New York, captain?" he continued.
"Yes," replied the captain, good-naturedly, "I suppose I may as well. She will be a companion to my wife. Carry her below, friend Jacques, but mind you don't get so dazzled by the girl's pretty eyes, as to neglect your duty. Take her away."
"Ay, ay, sir," answered Jacques, who raised Adéle's slender form in his arms and transported her to the captain's cabin.
The skipper's wife was glad of a companion and at once proceeded to restore her to consciousness, while Jacques related the affair.
When Adéle opened her eyes she looked wildly around her and murmured: "Is this death?"
"No, deary," replied the captain's wife, "this is life. You were saved by Jacques here."
"Oh! let me die."
"What for, child? You are young and pretty. Life should have its charms for you."
"I have seen him and he drove me from him. He says I have no claim on him and threatened me with the police. Oh! it has broken my heart."