“Is it not rather the touch of Love, of Love the Mysterious, who seeks constantly to unite two beings, who tries his strength the instant he has put a man and a woman face to face?

“The silence of the darkness became terrible, the stillness of the sky dreadful, because we could hear vaguely about us a slight, continuous sound, the sound of the rising tide and the monotonous plashing of the water against the ship.

“Suddenly I heard the sound of sobs.  The youngest of the girls was crying.  Her father tried to console her, and they began to talk in their own tongue, which I did not understand.  I guessed that he was reassuring her and that she was still afraid.

“I asked my neighbor: 

“‘You are not too cold, are you, mademoiselle?’

“‘Oh, yes.  I am very cold.’

“I offered to give her my cloak; she refused it.

“But I had taken it off and I covered her with it against her will.  In the short struggle her hand touched mine.  It made a delicious thrill run through my body.

“For some minutes the air had been growing brisker, the dashing of the water stronger against the flanks of the ship.  I raised myself; a great gust of wind blew in my face.  The wind was rising!

“The Englishman perceived this at the same time that I did and said simply: 

“‘This is bad for us, this——­’

“Of course it was bad, it was certain death if any breakers, however feeble, should attack and shake the wreck, which was already so shattered and disconnected that the first big sea would carry it off.

“So our anguish increased momentarily as the squalls grew stronger and stronger.  Now the sea broke a little, and I saw in the darkness white lines appearing and disappearing, lines of foam, while each wave struck the Marie Joseph and shook her with a short quiver which went to our hearts.

“The English girl was trembling.  I felt her shiver against me.  And I had a wild desire to take her in my arms.

“Down there, before and behind us, to the left and right, lighthouses were shining along the shore—­lighthouses white, yellow and red, revolving like the enormous eyes of giants who were watching us, waiting eagerly for us to disappear.  One of them in especial irritated me.  It went out every thirty seconds and it lit up again immediately.  It was indeed an eye, that one, with its lid incessantly lowered over its fiery glance.

“From time to time the Englishman struck a match to see the hour; then he put his watch back in his pocket.  Suddenly he said to me, over the heads of his daughters, with tremendous gravity: 

“‘I wish you a happy New Year, Mosieu.’

“It was midnight.  I held out my hand, which he pressed.  Then he said something in English, and suddenly he and his daughters began to sing ‘God Save the Queen,’ which rose through the black and silent air and vanished into space.