"Ah!" said Simon Dubosc, with a start of relief. "Navigation is suspended!"
"Yes; that is to say, as far as the line's concerned."
"What do you mean, the line?"
"Why, the company only troubles about its own boats. If others care to put to sea, that is their look-out; we can't prevent them."
"But," said Simon, beginning to feel uneasy, "I suppose none has ventured to sail just lately?"
"Yes, there was one, about an hour ago."
"Oh? Did you see her?"
"Yes, she was a yacht, belonging to an Englishman."
"Edward Rolleston, perhaps?" cried Simon, more or less at a venture.
"Yes, I believe it was, . . . Rolleston. Yes, yes, that's it: an Englishmen who had just put his yacht in commission."