“O Claire!”
“What will you think when I own my depravity now? The abbess might well smile. She doubtless knows I will say this to you. Are those yellow-feathered men watching us?”
“Not at all. They watch the St. Lawrence.”
“Louise’s back is turned. But your servant?”
“Can he do anything but stare at Louise?”
“I forgot the priest.”
“His boat is many lengths behind.”
“Sieur des Ormeaux, this is a lovely voyage. But do you remember climbing the convent wall and dropping into the garden once where your cousin and I sat with our needlework?”
“Once? Say many times. I spent much of my life on that convent wall. You saw me once.”