"Well, this is my last day at home, and I think I ought to say, `Thank goodness!' This is coming out for a pleasant sail, and having to row back like a galley-slave! Oh, I beg your pardon, ladies! All my mistake. I am highly complimented. All this glumminess is because I am going away." He received such a look of reproach that he uttered an angry ejaculation and began to pull so hard that Leslie had to second his movement to keep the boat's head straight for the harbour, whose farther point soon after came in sight, with two figures on the rocks at the end. "Papa along with Uncle Luke," said Louise softly. "Eh?" said Harry sharply; "the old man still fishing?" "Yes," said Louise rather coldly; "and, Maddy, dear, is not that Mr Van Heldre?" Madelaine shaded her eyes from the western, sun, where it was sinking fast, and nodded. "Where shall we land you?" said Harry sulkily now, "at the point, or will you go up the harbour?" "If there is not too much sea on, at the point," said Louise gravely. "Oh, I dare say we can manage that without wetting your plumes," said the young man contemptuously; and after another ten minutes' pulling they reached the harbour mouth and made for the point, where Uncle Luke stood leaning on his rod watching the coming boat, in company with a tall grey man with refined features, who had taken off the straw hat he wore to let the breeze play through his closely cut hair, while from time to time he turned to speak either to Uncle Luke or to the short thick-set man who, with his pointed white moustache and closely clipped peaked beard, looked in his loose holland blouse like a French officer taking his vacation at the sea-side. "Mind how you come," said the latter in a sharp, decided way. "Watch your time, Leslie. Back in, my lad. Can you manage it, girls?" "Oh, yes," they cried confidently. "Sit still then till the boat's close in, then one at a time. You first, my dear." This to Louise, as he stepped actively down the granite rocks to a narrow natural shelf, which was now bare, now several inches deep in water. "If we manage it cleverly we can get you ashore without a wetting." The warnings were necessary, for the tide ran fast, and the Atlantic swell made the boat rise and fall, smooth as the surface was. "Now then," cried the French-looking gentleman, giving his orders as if he were an officer in command, "easy, Harry Vine; back a little, Mr Leslie. Be ready, Louie, my dear. That's it; a little more. I have you. Bravo!" The words came slowly, and with the latter there was a little action; as he took the hands outstretched to him, when the boat nearly grazed the rock, there was a light spring, the girl was on the narrow shelf, and the boat, in answer to a touch of the oars, was half a dozen yards away, rising and falling on the swell. "Give me your hand, my dear," said the tall grey gentleman, leaning down.