She repeated his name, slowly, clearly, smiling at him, and then with both hands at her breast, she said: "Celie Armin." He wanted to jump over the stove and shake hands with her, but the potatoes were sizzling.

Celie Armin! He repeated the name as he stirred the potatoes, and each time he spoke it she nodded.

It was decidedly a French name--but half a minute's experiment with a few simple sentences of Pierre Breault's language convinced him that the girl understood no word of it.
Then he said again: "Celie!" Almost in the same breath she answered: "Philip!" Sounds outside the cabin announced the return of Bram.

Following the snarl and whine of the pack came heavy footsteps, and the wolf-man entered.

Philip did not turn his head toward the door.