Henry escorted Madame Kindred out of the crew area and back to her room.
"After all the excitement I need to lie down," she said. He found the order of her words interesting, like she'd spent a lot of time among the French, although she obviously came from the former Confederate states. He wondered what about her had attracted the infamous Léonard Basquet, known for his disdain of Americans in general and Southerners in particular. And what she had done to make him stick her in the maid's quarters.
"Do you have a maid or someone I can send to help you?" Henry asked.
She looked down and shook her head. "I'm all alone on this journey, Monsieur Davidson."
And again, her words hinted at something else, another meaning. He took his leave of her but pondered the exchange all afternoon, frust
