CHAPTER THE THIRTEENTH.
ONE IN A THOUSAND.
I had altogether forgotten that Captain Carey's yacht was waiting for me off the little bay below; and I sprang quickly to the door in the dread that he had followed me.
It was an immense relief to see only Tardif's tall figure bending under his creel and nets, and crossing the yard slowly. I hailed him and he quickened his pace, his honest features lighting up at the sight of me.
"How do you find mam'zelle, doctor?" were his first eager words.
"All right," I said; "going on famously. Sark is enough to cure any one and any thing of itself, Tardif. There is no air like it. I should not mind being a little ill here myself."
"Captain Carey is impatient to be gone," he continued. "He sent word by me that you might be visiting every house in the island, you had been away so long."
"Not so very long," I said, testily; "but I will just run in and say good-by, and then I want you to walk with me to the cliff."