“What do you mean?”
“Nancy.”
The doctor stared at him for a moment.
“Oh, not a bit! Not a bit!” he said then. “Every lover is looking for love. Nancy is nothing but a little girl.”
Churchill smiled.
“Then look out for your little girl. You may lose her, some day.”
“No,” the doctor protested valiantly. “The Lady will see to that. They are nice boys, good boys; but they are only children.”
“Don’t be too sure. If I know anything at all about such matters—”
“You don’t,” the doctor interrupted testily. “But go on! Go on!”
“Then St. Jacques is very much in love with Nancy; and, what is more, that snip of an Englishman is in love with her, too.”