y for the banns: that would only bring them up to the
twentieth or twenty-fifth of the month for the wedding, and if nothing
rose in the way, they could have a whole honeymoon week together before
he sailed.

"I'm going to start by telling my father," said he, with as much haste
as if each moment of their lives were now numbered and precious.

PART IV -- YANN'S FIRST WEDDING

CHAPTER I--THE COURTING BY THE SEA

All sweethearts like to sit on the bench at their cottage door, when
night falls.

Yann and Gaud did that likewise. Every evening they sat out together
before the Moans' cottage, on the old granite seat, and talked love.

Others have the spring-time, the soft shadow of the trees, balmy
evenings, and flowering rosebushes; they had only the February twilight,
which fell over the sea-beaten land, strewn with eel-grass and stones.
There was no branch of verdure above their heads or around them; nothing
but the immense sky, over which passed the slowly wandering mists.
And their flowers were brown sea-weeds, drawn up from the beach by the
fishers, as they dragged their nets along.

The winters are not very severe in this part of the country, being
tempered by currents of the sea; but, notwithstanding that, the gloaming
was often laden with invisible icy rain, which fell upon their shoulders
as they sat together. But they remained there, feeling warm and happy.
The bench, which was more than a hundred years old, did not seem in the
least surprised at their love, having seen many other pairs in its time;
it had listened to many soft words, which are always the same on the
lips of the young, from generation to generation; and it had become used
to seeing lovers sit upon it again, when they returned to it old and
trembling; but in the broad day, this time, to warm themselves in the
last sun they would see.

From time to time Granny Moan would put her head out at the door to have
a look at them, and try to induce them to come in. "You'll catch cold,
my good children," said she, "and then you'll fall ill--Lord knows, it
really isn't sensible to remain out so late."

Cold! they cold? Were they conscious of anything else besides the bliss
of being together.

The passers-by in the evening down their pathway, heard the soft murmur
of two voices mingling with the voice of the sea, down below at the foot
of the cliffs. It was a most harmonious music; Gaud's sweet, fresh voice
alternated with Yann's, which ha