Pickersgill nodded his head.
"I had a strange dream," said Jeannette; "I thought you were all taken by a revenue cutter, and put in a cachot. I went to see you, and I did not know one of you again—you were all changed."
"Very likely, Jeannette—you would not be the first who did not know their friends again when in misfortune. There was nothing strange in your dream."
"Mais, mon Dieu! je ne suis pas comme ça moi."
"No, that you are not, Jeannette; you are a good girl, and some of these fine days I'll marry you," said Corbett.
"Doit être bien beau ce jour là, par exemple," replied Jeannette, laughing; "you have promised to marry me every time you have come in, these last three years."
"Well, that proves I keep to my promise, any how."
"Yes; but you never go any further."
"I can't spare him, Jeannette, that is the real truth," said the captain: "but wait a little—in the meantime, here is a five-franc piece to add to your petite fortune."
"Merci bien, monsieur le capitaine; bon voyage!" Jeannette held her finger up to Corbett, saying, with a smile, "méchant!" and then quitted the room.