“Yes, it’s another guess, Mademoiselle.”
“Do you think it’s a good one?”
“Yes. You would be an extraordinary woman if it were not. I wish with all my heart we were safely there.”
“Then I wish it, too,” she answered, with a gesture. A long pause followed until she said, “Yes, I do wish it. I had forgotten how ill you are and how sorely you need rest.”
“I suppose it sounded as though I was thinking of myself.”
“Not to me; you never seem to think of yourself—at least during our comradeship.”
“I like that word—comradeship. Thank you for it.”
“It has been a strange one, Burgwan. How good you have been. And I took you at first for a—a peasant, and even once for a brigand.”
“There are worse folk in the world than peasants—or brigands either for that matter.”
“What trouble I have brought to you.”