"No, it would be ridiculous. Let us wait a day or two . . . . Come back in two days, Corréjou."
She pushed the sailor towards the door. He, for that matter, was only too anxious to go:
"Very well," he said, "that'll do: I'll come back the day after to-morrow. Besides, we can't take everything with us. We shall have to come back now and again to fetch our things . . . . Good-bye, Ma'me Honorine; take care of yourself."
And he ran outside.
"Corréjou! Corréjou!"
Honorine was sitting up in bed and calling to him in despair:
"No, no, don't go away, Corréjou! . . . Wait for me and carry me to your boat."
She listened; and, as the man did not return, she tried to get up:
"I'm frightened," she said. "I don't want to be left alone."
Véronique held her down: