"Then you're going to stand between us as long as I am I?"
"That's about the size of it."
"Doesn't it strike you as a little—hard, George?" he asked slowly.
"Yes," I admitted doggedly. "But you'll be bearing it, not she."
By the swinging beam of Fréhel I saw that his head was bowed. Without my noticing it the riding-lights in the little harbour below had disappeared; as no boat could now put in till dawn the pécheurs had waded across the shallows and extinguished them. The tall Crucifix seemed to advance and to retire again into the gloom with the next revolution of the Light.
Then he raised his head and asked about the last question I expected.
"About my money, George. You don't know exactly how much I've got?"
"No, not at this moment."
"Who bought the stuff?"
"I sold it in the best market I could find."