"It is a terrible thing to have to decide; but I see we must decide." She sat for five minutes without speaking, and then taking down her cloak from the peg on which it hung she said; "I will go round to Marthe Pichon again and tell her we are all so anxious for each other, that I don't think we can judge what is really the best.

Marthe will see things more clearly and will be able to advise us." "Yes, that will be the best plan." It was three-quarters of an hour before she returned.
"I can see you have a plan," Harry said as he saw that there was a look of brightness and hope on Jeanne's face.
"Yes, I have a plan, and a good one; that is to say, Marthe has.

I told her all about it, and she said directly that we must be hidden somewhere till her husband can arrange for us to sail.

I said, of course, that was what was wanted, but how could it be managed?
So she thought it over, and we have quite arranged it.

She has a sister who lives in a fishing-village four miles down the river.