Nancy twisted the letter in her hand.
“I’ve heard again from Joe, and he wants to come, the last of the week,” she said slowly.
St. Jacques caught the note of discontent in her voice and smiled. It escaped the doctor, however, and he made haste to answer,—
“But we are always glad to see Joe. How long will he stay?”
“Two or three days. He has never been here, and he expects me to show him the sights of Quebec. Imagine me, M. St. Jacques, doing the tourist patter, as I take him the grand round!” Then she turned back to her father. “Joe obviously has something on his mind, daddy. You don’t suppose it is a case of Persis Routh.”
The doctor laughed.
“Jealous, Nancy?”
“Of course I am. Joe is my especial property, you know. Besides, I don’t like Persis.”
The doctor laughed again.
“Neither do I. Still, she is wonderfully pretty.”