"And there were Cousin Philippe and Ernestine lying across the step. I have been thinking all night. Do you understand it?"
"Yes, I understand it, Eagle."
By the time I had come into the house her mind leaped forward in comprehension. The blanket she had held on her shoulders fell around her feet. It was a striped gay Indian blanket.
"You were attacked, and the settlement was burned."
"But whose house is this?"
"This is my house."
"Did you bring me to your house?"
"I wasn't there."
"No, I remember. You were not there. I saw you the last time at the Tuileries."
"When did you come to yourself, madame?"