“Bless me!
And has this engagement been long in the wind?”
“Oh, no, only a very few days.
Jean wished to make sure that she would accept him before consulting you.”
Roland rubbed his hands.
“Very good. Very good.
It is capital.
I entirely approve.”
As they were about to turn off from the quay down the Boulevard Francois, his wife once more looked back to cast a last look at the high seas, but she could see nothing now but a puff of gray smoke, so far away, so faint that it looked like a film of haze.