"And now Jean belongs to Derry, and I belong to my gallant and good Captain. I shall thank God before I sleep tonight, Marion."
"And he'll thank God—."
They kissed each other, and Drusilla went to bed, and the next morning she wrote a letter to her Captain, which he carried next to his heart and kissed when he got a chance.
CHAPTER XVII
THE WHITE CAT
Derry, going quietly to his room that night, did not stop at the General's door. He did not want to speak to Hilda, he did not want to speak to anyone, he wanted to be alone with his thoughts of Jean and that perfect ride with her through the snow.
He was, therefore, a little impatient to find Bronson waiting up for him.
"I thought I told you to go to bed, Bronson."
"You did, sir, but—but I have something to tell you."