For none other could have so aptly described it.
"All chance, mademoiselle," he answered, looking over her head toward the river.
"And it would have been the same had it been only Marie or Marie and Jean in the boat with you ?" "The boat would have been as solid and the ropes as strong." "And you ?" asked the girl, with a glance from her persistent eyes.
"Oh no!" he answered, with a laugh.

"I should not have been the same.
But you must not continue to stand there, mademoiselle; the wall is unsafe." She shrugged her shoulders and stood with half-averted face, looking down at the vineyards which stretched away to the dunes by the river.
Her cheeks were oddly flushed.
"Your father sent me to say so," continued Loo, "and if he sees that you take no heed he will come himself to learn why." Juliette gave a curt laugh and climbed the declivity toward him.

The argument was, it seemed, a sound one.

When she reached his level he made a step or two along the path that ran round the enceinte--not toward the house, however--but away from it.

She accepted the tacit suggestion, not tacitly, however.
"Shall we not go and tell papa we have returned without mishap ?" she amended, with a light laugh.
"No, mademoiselle," he answered.