'Yes,' she answered, 'it is quite close. They are also showing
lights to guide us.'

She stood looking apparently over his head towards the 'Granville,'
but when she spoke it would seem that her thoughts had not been
fixed on that vessel.

'Is monsieur a sailor?'

'No, but I fortunately have a little knowledge of such matters--
fortunate, since I have been able to turn it to the use of these
ladies.'

'But you are travelling in the "Granville."'

'Yes; I am travelling in the "Granville."'

Over his oars Conyngham looked hard at his interlocutrice, but could
discern nothing of her features. Her voice interested him, however,
and he wondered whether there were ever calms on the coast of Spain
at this time of the year.

'Our sailors,' said the young lady, 'in Spain are brave, but they
are very cautious. I think none of them would have done such a
thing as you have just done for us. We were in danger. I knew it.
Was it not so?'

'The boat might have drifted against some ship at anchor and been
upset. You might also have been driven out to sea. They had no
boat on board the "Granville" ready to put out and follow you.'