CHAPTER II
A PARDONABLE RUSE
In Brittany, towards the end of September, on an already chilly day,
Gaud was walking alone across the common of Ploubazlanec, in the
direction of Pors-Even.
The Icelanders had returned a month back, except two, which had
perished in that June gale. But the /Marie/ had held her own, and Yann
and all her crew were peacefully at home.
Gaud felt very troubled at the idea of going to Yann's house. She had
seen him once since the return from Iceland, when they had all gone
together to see poor little Sylvestre off to the navy. They
accompanied him to the coaching-house, he blubbering a little and his
grandmother weeping, and he had started to join the fleet at Brest.
Yann, who had come also to bid good-bye to his little friend, had
feigned to look aside when Gaud looked at him, and as there were many
people round the coach to see the other sailors off, and parents
assembled to say good-bye, the pair had not a chance to speak. So, at
last, she had formed a strong resolution, and rather timidly wended
her way towards the Gaos's home.
Her father had formerly had mutual interests with Yann's father
(complicated business, which, with peasants and fishers alike, seems
to be endless), and owed him a hundred francs for the sale of a boat,
which had just taken place in a raffle.
"You ought to let me carry the money to him, father," she had said. "I
shall be pleased to see Marie Gaos. I never have been so far in
Ploubazlanec, either, and I shall enjoy the long walk."
To speak the truth, she was curiously anxious to know Yann's family,
which she might some day enter; and she also wanted to see the house
and village.
In one of their last chats, before his departure, Sylvestre had
explained to her, in his own way, his friend's shyness.
"D'ye see, Gaud, he's like this, he won't marry anybody, that's his
idea; he only loves the sea, and one day even, in fun, he said he had
promised to be wedded to it."
Whereupon, she forgave him all his peculiar ways, and remembered only
his beautiful open smile on the night of the ball, and she hoped on
and on.
If she were to meet him in his home, of course she would say nothing;
she had no intention of being so bold. But if he saw her closely
again, perhaps he might speak.
