"You are very kind, monsieur," she said, not very steadily. "No doubt I shall become accustomed to it."
"I do not think you are quite fit for this," he said gravely.
She looked up at him with more confidence.
"I am really stronger than you think," she said. "And I wanted to speak to you on the subject of our destination."
She fancied that he stiffened a little at the words, but he merely said:
"Well, mademoiselle?"
"Will you not sit down," she said, "and tell me where the yacht is going?"
He sat down on the edge of the table. There was undeniable restlessness in his attitude.
"We are running due west at the present moment," he said.
"With what object?" she asked.