Barth felt a shock of surprise. Did American girls have no reservations?
“A good deal the worse for wear,” the Frenchman was replying, with equal frankness.
Nancy laughed.
“Any particular spot?” she inquired.
“Yes, my head. There’s nothing much to show; but it feels swollen to twice its usual size, to-day.”
“I am so sorry,” she answered sympathetically. “Can I do anything for it?”
St. Jacques laughed, as his face lighted with the expression Nancy liked so well.
“Does your pity go a long way?” he asked.
“At your service.”
“To the extent of a walk, after dinner?”