“I am glad I have found you,” he added directly. “I was wishing that something good might happen.”
Nancy’s smile broadened to a laugh.
“Are you cross, too?” she queried, without troubling herself to rise.
“Very,” St. Jacques assented briefly.
“I am so glad. Let’s be cross together.”
“Here?”
“Why not?”
The Frenchman shrugged his shoulders.
“I don’t like the place. The associations are not pleasant.”
“I don’t see why. It looks a very comfortable place to be ill.”