“Have you ever met the Notre-Dame-des-Vents ? There is a ship of that name.”
He was surprised at her naming his vessel, and thought he would play a trick on her.
“Why, certainly,” said he; “we met her only last week.”
“Is that the truth?” she said, growing pale.
“The solemn truth.”
“You are not telling me a lie?”
“So help me God,” swore he, “I am telling the truth.”
“And did you not meet a man on board named Celestin Duclos?” asked she.
“Celestin Duclos?” he repeated, astonished and even alarmed. How did this woman know his name?
“Why! do you know him?” he asked.
It was evident that she too was alarmed.
“No, not I, but there is a woman here that knows him.”
“What woman? Here in this house?”
“No, but near here.”
“Tell me where?”
“Oh, not very far away.”
“Who is she?”