But the boy did not seem to notice or to understand.
"It is a long journey, and I will need a strong horse. It must be eight hundred miles to that town."
"Pierre, what claim has he upon you? What debt have you to repay?"
And Pierre le Rouge answered: "He loved my mother."
He raised his face a little higher and smiled upon them.
"It is a beautiful name, is it not—Irene?"
There was no voice from Jean Paul Victor, so he turned to Father Anthony.
"It is a charming name, Pierre."
"I would give my revolver with the pearl handle, and my skates, and the engraven knife of old Canole just for one glimpse of her."
"You are going?"