"I doubt it."
"Will you stay some time?" asked miladi.
"They can do without me a while. Business is mostly over."
She raised her eyes, and they said she was pleased with the plan. Rose busied herself about the room, then suddenly disappeared. She had seen M. Destournier coming up the crooked pathway, and with a parcel in her hand, went out to meet him.
"I thought of you. Miladi was delighted with hers. Some seagull must have brought the pit across the ocean. It is so much finer than any we have around here."
He broke it open, but the golden purple juice ran over his hand.
"It is the wine of sunshine. Here is to thy health, Rose of Quebec."
"M. Boullé is in there," nodding. "He came out in the wood and found me up the tree," and she laughed gayly.
"Found thee——" Something sharp went to the heart of the man, and he looked down into the fearless eyes, with their gay, unsuspecting innocence.
"As if I could be lost in dear old Quebec!"