Jeanne drew back. For a moment she did not speak. Then she said, without a note of harshness in her voice, but with the finality of a queen:
"Father may tell you that when we reach Fort o' God!"
And then she suddenly leaned toward him again and held out both her hands.
"If you only could know how I thank you!" she exclaimed, impulsively.
For a moment Philip held her hands. He felt them trembling. In Jeanne's eyes he saw the glisten of tears.
"Circumstances have come about so strangely," he said, his heart palpitating at the warm pressure of her fingers, "that I half believed you and Pierre could help me in—in an affair of my own. I would give a great deal to find a certain person, and after the attack on the cliff, and what Pierre said, I thought—"
He hesitated, and Jeanne gently drew her hands from him.
"I thought that you might know him," he finished. "His name is Lord Fitzhugh Lee."
Jeanne gave no sign that she had heard the name before. The question in her eyes remained unchanged.
"We have never heard of him at Fort o' God," she said.