“Then he’d better cut the lectures. There may be such a thing as working too hard.”
Nancy felt a swift longing to administer personal chastisement to her father. She wondered if good men were, of their very goodness, bound to be unduly guileless. She bit her lip. Then she smiled sweetly at St. Jacques.
“But M. St. Jacques may have other plans for the afternoon.”
This time, the Frenchman took the matter into his own hands.
“As soon as it becomes my turn to speak—” he interpolated.
“Well?” Nancy inquired obdurately.
“I should like to say that I have nothing to do, this afternoon; that I was wishing for a walk, and that no other comrade would be half so enjoyable as Miss Nancy Howard.”
“Oh,” Nancy responded. “Is that all?”
“It is enough. Will you go?”
She hesitated.