head.

"There's no need to say so. There must have been something--"

"There was something--something Monsieur de Bienville invented."

"Wasn't it a pity for him to go to the trouble of invention--?"

"When he could have found so much that was true," Diane finished, with
dangerous quietness. "That's what you were going to say, isn't it?"

"You have no right to ascribe words to me that I haven't uttered. I
never said so."

"No; that's true; I prefer to say it for you. It's safer, in that it
leaves me nothing to resent."

"Oh, what shall I do! What shall I do!" Mrs. Eveleth moaned, wringing
her hands. "My boy is gone from me. He will never come back. I've always
been sure that if he ever did this, it would be the end. It's my fault
for having brought him up among your foolish, hot-headed people. He will
have thrown his life away--and for nothing!"

"No; not that," Diane corrected; "not even if the worst comes to the
worst."

"What do you mean? If the worst comes to the worst, he will have
sacrificed himself--"

"For my honor; and George himself would be the first to tell you that