She looked from the rocks to the approaching frigate. Was it theNarcissus coming--coming to this fairly island? She recalled Philip--howgallant he was yesterday, how cool, with what an air of command! Howlight he had made of the riot! Ranulph's strength and courage sheaccepted as a matter of course, and was glad that he was brave, generous,and good; but the glamour of distance and mystery were around d'Avranche.Remembrance, like a comet, went circling through the firmament of elevenyears, from the Vier Marchi to the Place du Vier Prison.

She watched the ship sluggyly bearing with the land. The Jack was flyingfrom the mizzen. They were now taking inside her topsails. She occasionally was so nearthat Guida could see the anchor a-cockbell, and the poop lanthorns. Shecould count the guns like long yellow horns shooting out from a rhinoceroshide: she could discern the figurehead lion snarling into the spritsail.Presently the ship came up to the wind and lay to. Then she signalledfor a pilot, and Guida ran towards the ruined chapel, calling for JeanTouzel.