“But she is fast?”
“The fastest in the Baltic, mademoiselle,” he answered. “And that is why I must take my leave—with the news you have told me.”
He shook hands as he spoke, and bowed to Sebastian, whose generation was content with the more formal salutation. Desiree went to the door, and led the way downstairs.
“We have but one servant,” she said, “who is busy.”
On the doorstep he paused for a moment. And Desiree seemed to expect him to do so.
“Charles and I have always been like brothers—you will remember that always, will you not?”
“Yes,” she answered with her gay nod. “I will remember.”
“Then good-bye, mademoiselle.”
“Madame,” she corrected lightly.
“Madame, my cousin,” he said, and departed smiling.