From his pocket he drew his credentials and offered them. Among them was her own letter to the authorities at Lorient. After she had examined them she handed them back to him. "Will you come in, Captain Neeland--or, perhaps we had better seat ourselves on the bridge--in order to lose no time--because I wish you to see for yourself----" She lifted her dark eyes; a tint of embarrassment came into her cheeks: "It may seem absurd to you; it seems so to me, at times--what I am going to say to you--concerning L’Ombre----" She had turned; he followed; and at her grave gesture of invitation, he seated himself beside her on the coping of mossy stone which ran like a bench under the parapet of the little bridge. "Captain Neeland," she said, "I am a Bretonne, but, until recently, I did not suppose myself to be superstitious.... I really am not--unless--except for this one matter of L’Ombre.... My English governess drove superstition out of my head.... Still, living in Finistère--here in this house"--she flushed again--"I shall have to leave it to you.... I dread ridicule; but I am sure you are too courteous--... It required some courage for me to write to Lorient. But, if it might possibly help my country--to risk ridicule--of course I do not hesitate." She looked uncertainly at the young man’s pleasant, serious face, and, as though reassured: "I shall have to tell you a little about myself first--so that you may understand better." "Please," he said gravely. "Then--my father and my only brother died a year ago, in battle.... It happened in the Argonne.... I am alone. We had maintained only two men servants here. They went with their classes. One old woman remains." She looked up with a forced smile. "I need not explain to you that our circumstances are much straitened. You have only to look about you to see that ... our poverty is not recent; it always has been so within my memory--only growing a little worse every year. I believe our misfortunes began during the Vendée.... But that is of no interest ... except that--through coincidence, of course--every time a new misfortune comes upon our family, misfortune also falls on France." He nodded, still mystified, but interested. "Did you happen to notice the device carved on the gatepost?" she asked. "I thought it resembled a fish----" "Do you understand French, Captain Neeland?" "Yes." "Then you know that L’Ombre means ’the shadow’." "Yes." "Did you know, also, that there is a fish called ’L’Ombre’?" "No; I did not know that." "There is. It looks like a shadow in the water. L’Ombre does not belong here in Brittany. It is a northern fish of high altitudes where waters are icy and rapid and always tinctured with melted snow ... would you accord me a little more patience, Monsieur, if I seem to be garrulous concerning my own family? It is merely because I want you to understand everything ... _everything_...." "I am interested," he assured her pleasantly.