Then she fell asleep, awaking towards evening to find Bompard at the cave mouth telling her that supper was ready.
CHAPTER XII
THE QUARREL
Next morning broke fine. She was awakened by voices quarrelling and came out to find a breezy and absolutely cloudless day, with the sea running smooth and the sunlight on the far islands.
The two men, who had fallen out over some trifle, were wrangling like fish-women, Bompard having the worst of it, as his ineffectual southern oaths were no match for the language of the other.
The girl stood looking at La Touche, but he seemed not to mind in the least.
Then she turned away and walked down to the boat.
She heard Bompard say: “There, you have sent her off, talking like that,” and what La Touche replied she could not hear, but she guessed it was something not complimentary to Bompard or herself.