"You can't put us back on our ordinary level, Miss Peggy. We are lifted above elections for the present."
"Here is a boat!" she exclaimed, and the slaves at the other window hailed Father Olivier as he tried to steady himself at the angle formed by the roofs.
Angélique looked out, but Rice sat still beside his sister.
"Are you all quite safe?" shouted the priest.
"Quite, father. The slaves were brought in, and we are all in the attic."
"Keep up your courage and your prayers. As soon as this strong wind dies away they will put out from shore for you."
"Colonel Menard has already been here and taken part of the family."
"Has he?"
"Yes, father; though tante-gra'mère is afraid to venture yet, so we remain with her."
They could see the priest, indistinctly, sitting in a small skiff, which he tried to keep off the roof with a rough paddle.