“I am abroad,” she said, “on behalf of my country.”

Only her eyes I could see over the edge of the scarlet cloak, and they regarded me very coldly.

“I meant it so,” I said hastily, “What of the Sagamore? Will he come?”

“He will come as I promised you.”

“Here?” I said, delighted. “This very night?”

“Yes, here, this night.”

“How good — how generous you have been!” I exclaimed with a warmth and sincerity that invaded every fibre of me. “And have you come through this wild storm all the long way afoot?”