“I am tired and shaken, of course,” she responded. “It was very brave of you.”

He hesitated, then said:

“We were more fortunate than brave.”

He was determined to have Andree included. She deserved that; the wrong to Delia was not hers.

But she answered after the manner of a woman: “The girl—ah, yes, please thank her for us. What is her name?”

“She is known in Audierne as Madame Belward.” The girl started. Her face had a cold, scornful pride. “The Bretons, then, have a taste for fiction?”

“No, they speak as they are taught.”

“They understand, then, as little as I.”

How proud, how ineffaceably superior she was!

“Be ignorant for ever,” he answered quietly.