“Be prepared to start for the fishery with me in half-an-hour, Ladoc.”
“Monsieur?” exclaimed the man, with a look of surprise.
Jack raised his head and looked at him. It was one of his peculiar looks.
“Did you not understand me?” he said, jumping up suddenly.
Ladoc vanished with an abrupt, “Oui, monsieur,” and Jack proceeded, with a real smile on his good-humoured face, to equip himself for the road.
In half an hour the two were walking silently side by side at a smart pace towards the fishery, while poor Teddy O’Donel was left, as he afterwards said, “all be his lone wid the ghost and the newly buried ooman,” in a state of mental agony, which may, perhaps, be conceived by those who possess strong imaginations, but which cannot by any possibility be adequately described.