"What explanation will you make to the count?"
"None, madame." I raised my head. "I may go out in the woods without asking leave of Count de Chaumont."
"He says you have forsaken your books and gone back to be an Indian."
I showed her the Latin book in my hand. She glanced slightly at it, and continued to make her gray eyes pass through my marrow.
Shifting like a culprit, I inquired:
"How did you know I was here?"
"Oh, it was not hard to find you after I saw the boat. This island is not large."
"But who rowed you across the lake, madame?"
"I came by myself, and nobody except Ernestine knows it. I can row a boat. I slipped through the tunnel, and ventured."
"Madame, I am a great fool. I am not worth your venturing."