“It was certainly a most unprecedented–one might almost say, incredible–blunder. And in daylight, too.”
She nodded.
“Do I understand that you came here in a steamboat?”
“Yes.”
209“And the steamboat, after leaving you and the young man, kept on her course toward Quebec?”
“Yes.”
“Do you remember the name of the boat?”
“The Maid of the North.”
“The Maid of the North!”
Elinor took no notice of this exclamation of surprise. In a purely amiable manner she was becoming tired.