“Penellan,” returned the young girl, “if you refuse me, I shall believe that you do not love me any longer.”
André Vasling understood the young girl’s resolution. He reflected a moment, and his course was determined on.
“Jean Cornbutte,” said he, advancing towards the old sailor, who now entered, “I will go with you. The cause of my hesitation has disappeared, and you may count upon my devotion.”
“I have never doubted you, André Vasling,” replied Jean Cornbutte, grasping him by the hand. “Marie, my child!” he added, calling in a loud voice.
Marie and Penellan made their appearance.
“We shall set sail to-morrow at daybreak, with the outgoing tide,” said Jean. “My poor Marie, this is the last evening that we shall pass together.
“Uncle!” cried Marie, throwing herself into his arms.
“Marie, by the help of God, I will bring your lover back to you!”
“Yes, we will find Louis,” added André Vasling.
“You are going with us, then?” asked Penellan quickly.