"But it is Sunday," I answered faintly. I knew that no boatman put out to sea willingly on a Sunday from Sark; and the last fatal accident, being on a Sunday, had deepened their reluctance.
"It will be right, mam'zelle," he answered, with glowing eyes. "I have no fear."
"Do not be long away, Tardif," I said, sobbing.
"Not one moment longer than I can help," he replied.