"Did you come three thousand miles to accomplish this?" anger swelling his tones.
"It was a part of my plans," coolly. "To how many gallants have you shown this ridiculous letter?"
His brain began to clear; for he saw that his love hung in the balance. "And had I followed you to the four ends of France, had I sought you from town to city and from city to town … ?"
"You would have grown thin, Monsieur."
"And mad! For you would have been here in Quebec. And I have kissed that letter a thousand times!"
"Is it possible?"
"Diane …"
"I am Diane no longer," she interrupted.
"In God's name, what shall I call you, then?" his despair maddening him.
"You may call me … a dream. And I advise you to wake soon."