“William and Benjamin.” She said the names with slow pleasure, smiling at his puzzled face. “It all came out when I told him that I knew you and that Uncle William lived here. He saw in a flash—everything! We started next day.”
He had put an arm about her, guardingly. “We’ll go hunt up a priest,” he said.
“Now?”
“At once!” decisively. “Uncle William might think I needed more discipline.”
“You’re looking very well.” She was gazing at him with fond eyes.
“I am well.” He stretched out his arms. “I could conquer the world.”
“We’ll sail round it.” She nodded to the boat that was anchored off the island. “She is ours—for as long as we want her.”
He stared at the boat and raised a glance to the cliff. “And what will he do?”
“M. Curie? He builds for himself a house, for himself—and for us.” She half chanted the words in sheer delight.
“A house—here—for himself—and for us!” His glance took in the bare, stern grandeur. “It will be very near heaven.”