"But you thought of me so afterwards, Jeanne?"
"Sometimes just for a moment, but I tried not to think of it, Harry. We were so strangely placed, and it made it easier for you to be a brother, and I felt sure you would not speak till we were safely in England, and I was in Ernest's care. But," she said with a little laugh, "you were nearly speaking that evening in the cottage when you felt so despairing."
"Very nearly, Jeanne; I did so want comfort."
And so they talked happily together for an hour.
"I wonder Pierre does not come down to his boat," Harry said at last. "There were several more things wanting doing to it. Why, there he is calling. Surely it can never be dinner-time; but that's what he says. It doesn't seem an hour since breakfast."
Jeanne hurried on into the hut.
"Why, Pierre," Harry said to the fisherman, who was waiting outside for him, "I thought you were going on with your boat."
"So I was, monsieur, but Henriette told me I should be in the way."
"In the way, Pierre!" Harry repeated in surprise.
"Ah, monsieur," Pierre said with a twinkle in his eye, "you have been deceiving us. My wife saw it in a moment when the young lady came to breakfast.