“And I have let you watch all night!”
He looked at her and smiled.
“It has seemed short enough.”
“Then Bertrand du Guesclin is never weary?”
“I had my own thoughts. With some thoughts—a man is never tired.”
The secrets of the heart escape in the uttering of a few simple words. They stood looking at each other, each wishing to be compassionate yet honest. Tiphaïne’s eyes were the first to turn away.
“We shall reach La Bellière to-night,” she said.
“Yes, to-night.”
“And I shall see my father.”
Perhaps there was the slightest tremor of regret quivering in her thankfulness. Bertrand was watching Tiphaïne as a strong man watches the light or shadow in the eyes of one he loves.