'At the weather,' she replied. 'It will be a bad night to go to sea in.'
'The weather is good enough,' he muttered, gruffly. 'It is all the better for being dark; the darkness will be of use to us.'
So saying, he started up, buckled on a cutlass, and stuck the pistols in his belt.
'Give me something to eat.'
The woman spread the table for supper, and taking a pot off the fire, poured its contents into a dish, which she placed before the man.
There was again complete silence; he ate his supper without saying a word, while the young woman sat leaning back in her chair near the table, and fixed her eye on him with a sad, yet scrutinizing look.
'I am done,' he exclaimed, after a little while, 'and now, good-by.'
'Are you going already?' she asked, sorrowfully.
'To be sure I am--it is the time agreed on, and they will be waiting for me on the shore down yonder.'
He drew on a thick sailor's jacket over his other clothes, and went towards the door.