"But—"
"I wish it."
In a second, La Louve was enveloped in a plaid cloak, and returned.
"For me, to run the risk of drowning!" repeated Martial, looking at her with pride.
"No risk! A poor girl was almost drowned. I saved her. On reaching the island—"
"You saved her also—where is she?"
"Below with the children; they are taking care of her."
"And who is this young girl?"
"If you knew what a chance—what happy chance! She was one of my chums in Saint Lazare—a very extraordinary girl, you be sure!"
"How is that?"