The departure was fixed for the 22nd of May. On the evening before, André Vasling, who had not yet given his answer to Jean Cornbutte, came to his house. He was still undecided, and did not know which course to take. Jean was not at home, though the house-door was open. André went into the passage, next to Marie’s chamber, where the sound of an animated conversation struck his ear. He listened attentively, and recognized the voices of Penellan and Marie. The discussion had no doubt been going on for some time, for the young girl seemed to be stoutly opposing what the Breton sailor said. “How old is my uncle Cornbutte?” said Marie. “Something about sixty years,” replied Penellan. “Well, is he not going to brave danger to find his son?” “Our captain is still a sturdy man,” returned the sailor. “He has a body of oak and muscles as hard as a spare spar. So I am not afraid to have him go to sea again!’” “My good Penellan,” said Marie, “one is strong when one loves! Besides, I have full confidence in the aid of Heaven. You understand me, and will help me.” “No!” said Penellan. “It is impossible, Marie. Who knows whither we shall drift, or what we must suffer? How many vigorous men have I seen lose their lives in these seas!” “Penellan,” returned the young girl, “if you refuse me, I shall believe that you do not love me any longer.” André Vasling understood the young girl’s resolution. He reflected a moment, and his course was determined on. “Jean Cornbutte,” said he, advancing towards the old sailor, who now entered, “I will go with you. The cause of my hesitation has disappeared, and you may count upon my devotion.” “I have never doubted you, André Vasling,” replied Jean Cornbutte, grasping him by the hand. “Marie, my child!” he added, calling in a loud voice. Marie and Penellan made their appearance. “We shall set sail to-morrow at daybreak, with the outgoing tide,” said Jean. “My poor Marie, this is the last evening that we shall pass together. “Uncle!” cried Marie, throwing herself into his arms. “Marie, by the help of God, I will bring your lover back to you!” “Yes, we will find Louis,” added André Vasling. “You are going with us, then?” asked Penellan quickly. “Yes, Penellan, André Vasling is to be my first mate,” answered Jean. “Oh, oh!” ejaculated the Breton, in a singular tone. “And his advice will be useful to us, for he is able and enterprising. “And yourself, captain,” said André. “You will set us all a good example, for you have still as much vigour as experience.” “Well, my friends, good-bye till to-morrow. Go on board and make the final arrangements. Good-bye, André; good-bye, Penellan.”