"You must not take it with such desperation; perhaps you will not be obliged to wear the shroud."
"Not long, to be sure, at first. We go to freeze in the country, a place with distant hills of blue ice, my old nurse told me,--old Ursule. Oh, Sir, she was drowned! I saw the very wave that swept her off!"
"That was your servant?"
"Yes."
"Then, perhaps, I have some good news for you. She was tall and large?"
"Oui."
"Her name was Ursule?"
"Oui! je dis que oui!"
Mr. Raleigh laughed at her eagerness. "She is below, then," he said,--"not drowned. There is Reynolds. Mr. Reynolds, will you take this young lady to her servant, Ursule, the woman you rescued?"
And Mademoiselle Le Blanc disappeared under that gentleman's escort.