“Ah, what a cunning gipsy you are!” said the old man, smiling. “I would never have thought of such tricks. Alas, alas! _Buou viel fa rego drecho_,--the old ox makes a straight furrow. But come, now, Stephanette, make yourself easy; you need not rob your waist of a ribbon for Bernard nor ask for a window at the Terzarol house: the wind blows from the west, and if it does not change at sunset, and if Martin-Bouffo, the deep grotto of roaring waters in the gulf, says nothing tomorrow at daybreak Luquin will be able to go out of the gulf and sail for Nice without fear; as to the passage, I will answer for that; as to the pirates, I am going to give you a charm that is sure in its effect, if not to confuse them entirely, at least to prevent their carrying off the _Holy Terror to the Moors, by the Grace of God._” “Ah, how thankful I will be, Master Peyrou!” said the young girl, as she assisted him to rise, for he walked with considerable pain. The old man went into his cabin, took a little bag covered with cabalistic signs and gave it to Stephanette, instructing her to order Luquin to conform scrupulously to the directions he would find in it. “How good you are, Master Peyrou! How shall I reward--” “By promising me, my child, henceforth to allow Bernard’s bouquets to dry on the bars of your window,--then, believe me, there will be no more of them, because a bouquet that is watered makes many others grow. Ah! and you must promise me, too, not to encourage pilot Terzarol’s fishing, because to please you he would destroy all the fish in the bay, and he would finish by being called before the overseer fishers, and I would be obliged to condemn him. By the way, how goes on the discussion between monseigneur and the consuls, on the right of fishing in the cove,--does Raimond V. still keep his seines there?” “Yes, Master Peyrou, and he will not take them away; he says that the right of fishing there belongs to him up to the rocks of Castrembaou, and that he will not yield that right to anybody.” “Listen, Stephanette: your mistress has her father’s ear; do you persuade her to counsel him to arrange it amicably with the consuls: that will be the best for all parties.” “Yes, Master Peyrou, make yourself easy about it, I will mention it to Mlle. Reine.” “Very well, my child,--good-bye, and above all, no more coquetry,--do you promise me that?” “Yes, Master Peyrou, only--only--” “Well, say it” “Only, you see, Master Peyrou, I would not like to make Bernard and Terzarol despair entirely,--not on my own account, Our Lady, no, but on account of Luquin, because I must have some means of keeping him in port, in case of great danger, you see, Master Peyrou,--and for that purpose, jealousy is worth more than all the anchors of his ship.” “That is right,” said the watchman, with a significant smile, “you must think of Luquin above all things.”