But we had been mistaken; the hour of the Angelus had been put forward.
We found a refuge in a tavern already open, where we had breakfast with some Icelanders and other seafaring folk.
And on the night of the same day, at eleven o'clock, we arrived back in Brest to put to sea once more.
[CHAPTER XXIV]
I was aware that I had accepted a heavy responsibility in adopting this refractory brother, the more so because I took my oath very seriously.
But fate separated us on the second day following, and soon we were half the world apart.
Yves set sail for the Atlantic, and I left for the Levant, for Stamboul.
It was not until fifteen months later, in May, 1877, that we met again on board the Médée, which was cruising between India and China.
[CHAPTER XXV]
On board the Médée, May, 1877.