"There is a way to cure that."
"No, my Evaleen, there is no cure. But you shall it all forgive. How could I know? You say you sometime tell me the story I read, alas, too late."
"Story? What story?"
"Ah, my sweet friend—pardon me—pity Lucrèce. Mon soldat—mon capitaine, you love heem—he love you—how shall we not hate us?"
The captain made bold to approach the ladies. When his eyes met those of Lucrèce, Evaleen interpreted the silent language exchanged.
"Lucrèce, your soldier is my brother, you jealous little tigress! But," she added in a whisper, "don't let him kiss you again."
Danvers, without delay, gave directions for all to embark, and himself conducted Lucrèce and her jubilant father on board.
Arlington, escorting the Lady of the Violets, asked her, in an undertone, "Did you get my last letter from Virginia?"
"Yes," answered Evaleen. "Did you receive mine, in which I explained the mistakes of Byle?"
"No; I did not get such a letter. Tell me all the contents."