Oh, it had been "Canada, land of my love" in the deepest sense—and now!
I went on to the boat; crossed the trestle. At the sound of my footstep on the deck, the woman put her head up the companionway.
"Who 's there?"
"Some one who wishes to speak with you alone; I was here the other day."
"I know your voice, but I don't know your name. You can talk; my husband is, at present, yonder in the cabaret; he will be in by half-past ten. We sail to-night if the wind holds good."
"To-night?"
"Yes; and what is that to you?" she asked suspiciously.
"May I come into the cabin?"
"But, yes. Come."
I sat down on the stool she placed for me. I was tired with the long walk.