"You will stay here to-night, dear," he said. "To-morrow we will go to Fort o' God."
"You must take me home to-night," whispered Jeanne, looking up into his face. "I must go, Philip. Send some one with me, and you can come—in the morning—with Pierre—"
She put her hand to his face again, in the sweet touch that told more of her love than a thousand words.
"You understand, dear," she went on, seeing the anxiety in his eyes. "I have the strength—to-night. I must return to father, and he will know everything—when you come to Fort o' God."
"I will send MacDougall with you," said Philip, after a moment. "And then I will follow—"
"With Pierre."
"Yes, with Pierre."
For a brief space longer they stood outside of Cassidy's cabin, and then Philip, lifting her face, said gently:
"Will you kiss me, dear? It is the first time."
He bent down, and Jeanne's lips reached his own.