"I don't know," I answered doubtfully. "He may have seen clear through me."
"Oh, I don't believe him superhuman! I believe you succeeded."
"We shall know to-morrow," I suggested.
"Yes—and you must keep up the deception till the last moment. Remember, he will be watching you. He mustn't see you take the train for Etretat."
"I'll do my best," I said.
"And don't make mountains out of mole-hills. You see, you've been distrusting yourself needlessly. One mustn't be too timid!"
"Do you think I'm too timid?" I demanded, eager instantly to prove the contrary.
But she saw the light in my eyes, I suppose, for she drew away, almost imperceptibly.
"Only in some things," she retorted, and silenced me.
The evening passed and the last day came. We sighted land soon after breakfast—the high white cliffs of Cape La Hague—vague at first, but slowly lifting as we plowed on into the bay, with the crowded roofs of Havre far ahead.