"Yes?"
"And I have a message for you."
"A message?" she said abstractedly, and turned a little pale.
"A message and a gift from Monsieur Iberville." He drew the letter and the ring from his pocket and held them out, repeating Iberville's message. There was a troubled look in her eyes and she was trembling a little now, but she spoke clearly.
"Monsieur," she said, "you will tell Monsieur Iberville that I may not;
I am married."
"So, madame," he said. "But I still must give my message." When he had done so he said: "Will you take the letter?" He held it out.
There was a moment's doubt and then she took it, but she did not speak.
"Shall I carry no message, madame?"
She hesitated. Then, at last: "Say that I wish him good fortune—with all my heart."
"Good fortune—ah, madame!" he answered, in a meaning tone.