He very much regretted now, however, that he had not gone on board to his son and the men.
Towards morning the storm abated a little, and, tired as we were, we went to bed, while two of the servants still sat up.
It was about ten o'clock in the morning, when it began to grow light, that we could first see the destruction done.

Several hundred tiles from the house roof lay spread over the yard, part of the outer pannelling of the wall on the windward side was torn away, and the end of the pier lay on one side down in the sea, a couple of piles having been displaced by the waves.

The storehouse, too, had suffered some damage.
Our yacht, however, was most evidently in danger.

Two of her ropes had given way, the anchors having lost their hold, and everything now depended upon the third and longest rope, which was fastened to the mooring ring on the rock at the mouth of the bay.

There was only the ship's dog on board, a large white poodle, which stood with its fore-paws on the stern bulwarks and barked, without our being able to hear a sound in the wind, while the waves washed over the yacht's bows.
The situation was desperate, for the long rope was stretched as tight as a violin string, and the middle of it scarcely touched the water.