“M. St. Jacques! And you take it without a word of complaint.”
This time, he laughed.
“Complaint never mends a split head, Miss Howard. We Frenchmen take our knocks and say nothing.”
“Is that aimed at Mr. Barth?” Nancy asked.
St. Jacques shook his head; but his lips and eyes denied the gesture of negation.
“Really,” she urged; “he didn’t complain.”
“No; but he talked about it more than I cared to listen.”
“Aren’t you a little hard on him, M. St. Jacques?”
The Frenchman looked up in surprise.
“Is he your friend, then?” he queried gravely.