"I will prove it to the whole world," said he.
"And you will come to Kérnak?"
"If you will. But my heart burns to reach Varenac. You—you do not know all, perhaps. I tell you every moment is precious, the danger nearer."
He spoke feverishly, thinking of Marcel Trouet.
But she could bring reasons for her importunity.
"You may fail if you go alone. The people do not know you. They might refuse to believe that you are their Marquis; but they will believe Jéhan."
He saw that the argument was good.
"Then let us go to Kérnak," he cried, turning back along the path, with a sudden gesture of impatience.
Cécile smiled.
"Yes, to Kérnak," she echoed, with a happy sob.