“At first I felt a desire to laugh; then I was seized by a powerful, strange emotion.

“It was something sinister and superb, this chant of the shipwrecked, the condemned, something like a prayer and also like something grander, something comparable to the ancient ‘Ave Caesar morituri te salutant.’

“When they had finished I asked my neighbor to sing a ballad alone, anything she liked, to make us forget our terrors.  She consented, and immediately her clear young voice rang out into the night.  She sang something which was doubtless sad, because the notes were long drawn out and hovered, like wounded birds, above the waves.

“The sea was rising now and beating upon our wreck.  As for me, I thought only of that voice.  And I thought also of the sirens.  If a ship had passed near by us what would the sailors have said?  My troubled spirit lost itself in the dream!  A siren!  Was she not really a siren, this daughter of the sea, who had kept me on this worm-eaten ship and who was soon about to go down with me deep into the waters?

“But suddenly we were all five rolling on the deck, because the Marie Joseph had sunk on her right side.  The English girl had fallen upon me, and before I knew what I was doing, thinking that my last moment was come, I had caught her in my arms and kissed her cheek, her temple and her hair.

“The ship did not move again, and we, we also, remained motionless.

“The father said, ‘Kate!’ The one whom I was holding answered ‘Yes’ and made a movement to free herself.  And at that moment I should have wished the ship to split in two and let me fall with her into the sea.

“The Englishman continued: 

“‘A little rocking; it’s nothing.  I have my three daughters safe.’

“Not having seen the oldest, he had thought she was lost overboard!

“I rose slowly, and suddenly I made out a light on the sea quite close to us.  I shouted; they answered.  It was a boat sent out in search of us by the hotelkeeper, who had guessed at our imprudence.

“We were saved.  I was in despair.  They picked us up off our raft and they brought us back to Saint-Martin.

“The Englishman began to rub his hand and murmur: 

“‘A good supper!  A good supper!’

“We did sup.  I was not gay.  I regretted the Marie Joseph.

“We had to separate the next day after much handshaking and many promises to write.  They departed for Biarritz.  I wanted to follow them.

“I was hard hit.  I wanted to ask this little girl to marry me.  If we had passed eight days together, I should have done so!  How weak and incomprehensible a man sometimes is!