"Have you not heard?" she said. "I thought, perhaps, that Mr. Andrew might have told you. Cecil and I are sailing to-morrow, directly after we are married. He has bought a farm out there."
Jeanne felt for a moment that the beautiful world was spinning round her. She clutched at the Duke's arm.
"You are going to Canada with Cecil?" she exclaimed.
"Of course," Kate answered, a little shyly. "I thought, in fact I know that I told you about him. Won't you wish me joy?" she added, holding out her hand a little timidly.
Jeanne grasped it. To the girl's surprise Jeanne's eyes were full of tears.
"Oh, I am so foolish!" she declared. "I have been so mad. I thought— You said Mr. De la Borne."
"Hang it all!" the Duke exclaimed. "I believe you thought that she meant our friend Andrew. Don't you know that all the world here half the time calls Cecil, Mr. De la Borne, and Andrew, Mr. Andrew?"
Kate looked behind her, and touched the Duke on the sleeve.
"Wouldn't you like, sir," she asked, a little timidly, "to come for a sail with me?"
The Duke saw what she saw, and notwithstanding his years and his weight, he clambered into the little boat. Jeanne turned round and walked slowly towards the man who came so swiftly along the dyke. It was a dream! She felt that it must be a dream!