"Then you will send a flag of truce to Île Saint-Georges?"
"Most certainly!"
"Very well! I ask leave to carry the flag of truce."
Lenet's eyes dilated in surprise.
"You!" he said; "you! Why, have all our ladies become Amazons?"
"Gratify my whim, dear Monsieur Lenet."
"To be sure. The worst that can happen to us would be your taking Saint-Georges."
"It's agreed, then?"
"Yes."
"But promise me one thing."