"Yes, go, my good Tardif," she cried, "and bring me word that Dr. Martin
is safe on board.--Good-by!"
Her hand in mine again for a moment, with its slight pressure. Then she
was gone, Tardif was tramping down the stony path before me, speaking to
me over his shoulder.
"It has not gone well, then, doctor?" he said.
"She will tell you," I answered, briefly, not knowing how much Olivia
might wish him to know.
"Take care of mam'zelle," I said, when we had reached the top of the
ladder, and the little boat from the yacht was dancing at the foot of
it. "There is some danger ahead, and you can protect her better than I."
"Yes, yes," he replied; "you may trust her with me. But God knows I
should have been glad if it had gone well with you."