She plunged her dusky face between Alice's cheek and shoulder; Alice hugged her sympathetically and said:
"But Rene will come, I know he will, dear."
"Oh, but do you know it? is it true? who told you? when will he come? where is he? tell me about him!"
Her head popped up from her friend's neck and she smiled brilliantly through the tears that were still sparkling on her long black lashes.
"I didn't mean that I had heard from him, and I don't know where he is; but—but they always come back."
"You say that because your man—because Lieutenant Beverley has returned. It is always so. You have everything to make you happy, while I—I—"
Again her eyes spilled their shower, and she hid her face in her hands which Alice tried in vain to remove.
"Don't cry, Adrienne. You didn't see me crying—"
"No, of course not; you didn't have a thing to cry about. Lieutenant Beverley told you just where he was going and just what—"
"But think, Adrienne, only think of the awful story they told—that he was killed, that Governor Hamilton had paid Long-Hair for killing him and bringing back his scalp—oh dear, just think! And I thought it was true."