Thus Loo Barebone turned his back on the ship which had been his home so long and set out into a new world; a new and unknown life, with the Marquis de Gemosac's ringing words buzzing in his brain yet; with the warm touch of Juliette's lips burning still upon his hand.
"You are the grandson of Louis XVI.

and Marie Antoinette! You are the Last Hope of France!" And he remembered the lights and shadows on Juliette's hair as he looked down upon her bent head.
Colville was talking to the "patron" now.

He knew the coast, it seemed, and, somewhere or other, had learnt enough of such matters of local seafaring interest as to set the fisherman at his ease and make him talk.
They were arranging where to land, and Colville was describing the exact whereabouts of a little jetty used for bathing purposes, which ran out from the sandy shore, quite near to Mrs.St.Pierre Lawrence's house, in the pine-trees, two miles south of Royan.

It was no easy matter to find this spot by the dim light of a waning moon, and, half-mechanically, Loo joined in the search, and presently, when the jetty was reached, helped to make fast in a choppy sea.
They left the luggage on the jetty and walked across the silent sand side by side.
"There," said Colville, pointing forward.

"It is through that opening in the pine-trees.