"Eh bien, mademoiselle?" said Eve tremulously, after a long pause.
"C'est déjà fini. Les Arabes se retirent et nos amis se sont emparés du bâtiment. Cela a été l'affaire d'un moment, et que le combat a été glorieux! Ces jeunes gens sont vraiment dignes d'être Français, et le vieux capitaine, aussi.'
"Are there no tidings for us, mademoiselle?" asked Eve, after another long pause, during which she had poured out her gratitude in trembling, but secret thanksgivings.
"Non, pas encore. Ils se félicitent, je crois."
"It's time, I'm sure, ma'am," said the meek-minded Ann, "to send forth the dove, that it may find the olive branch. War and strife are too sinful to be long indulged in."
"There is a boat making sail in this direction," said Mr. Effingham, who had left the glass with the governess, in complaisance to her wish.
"Oui, c'est le bateau de Monsieur Blunt."
"And who is in it?" demanded the father, for the meed of a world could not have enabled Eve to speak.
"Je vois Monsieur Sharp--oui, c'est bien lui."
"Is he alone?"