Gasgoyne arranged for rooms, while Gaston got some sailors together, and,
in Mr. Gasgoyne's name, offered a price for the recovery of the yacht or
of certain things in her. Then he went into the hotel to see if he could
do anything further. The door of the sitting-room was open, and no
answer coming to his knock, he entered.

Delia was standing in the window. Against her will her father had gone
to find a doctor. Gaston would have drawn back if she had not turned
round wearily to him.

Perhaps it were well to get it over now. He came forward. She made no
motion.

"I hope you feel better?" he said. "It was a bad accident."

"I am tired and shaken, of course," she responded. "It was very brave of
you."

He hesitated, then said:

"We were more fortunate than brave."

He was determined to have Andree included. She deserved that; the wrong
to Delia was not hers.

But she answered after the manner of a woman: "The girl--ah, yes, please
thank her for us. What is her name?"

"She is known in Audierne as Madame Belward." The girl started. Her
face had a cold, scornful pride. "The Bretons, then, have a taste for