When they were out of earshot of the chattering and excited slaves Melita asked,
“How did they know? How could they be sure that we were married?”
“News in Martinique is carried on the wind,” the Comte smiled. “There may be a dozen perfectly reasonable explanations, but I suspect that it was Léonore who was aware of it first.”
“That is what I thought,” Melita agreed simply.
They reached the house and now, as they stepped onto the veranda, Melita held her breath.
There was someone moving inside the salon and she thought that it must be Madame Boisset, until, as they entered the room, she saw that it was a man.
He gave an exclamation of surprise when he saw them and walked towards the Comte with his hand outstretched.
“You have arrived too quickly for it to be possible that you receiv
