'It is of no use to talk to you—'
'I shall ask no questions till we are out of the harbour, or you will be running foul of one of those colliers—a tribute with which the Fair Unknown may dispense.'
The numerous black colliers and lighters showed that precautions were needful till they had pushed out far enough to make the little fishy town look graceful and romantic; and the tide was ebbing so fast, that Louis deemed it prudent to spend his strength on rowing rather than on talking.
James first broke silence by exclaiming—'Do you know where Beauchastel is?'
'On the other side of the promontory. Don't you remember the spire rising among the trees, as we see it from the water?'
'That church must be worth seeing. I declare I'll go there next Sunday.'
Another silence, and Louis said—'I am curious to know whether you saw her.'
'She was getting into the carriage as I turned the corner; so I went back and asked Bull who they were.'
'I hope she was the greengrocer's third cousin.'
'Pshaw! I tell you it was Mrs. Mansell and her visitors.'