“No. I always dislike the turning around to go home by the same road.”
“Then we can walk on to Beauport church, and take the tram back,” he suggested.
“As you like,” she agreed. “But why tire yourself?”
The thin, firm lips shut into a resolute line. Then St. Jacques replied briefly,—
“I have been lying awake too much for my pleasure.”
“Thinking of your sins?” Nancy asked gayly.
“Yes, and of some other things.”
“Pleasant things, I hope.”
The Frenchman’s brows contracted.
“I have had dreams that were pleasanter.”