“To-morrow.”
“So soon as that?”
“There must be an operation.”
“Where?”
“At my home. Your father will go with me. Every one says no greater man can be found. He is very good,” St. Jacques added simply.
Again Nancy’s courage failed her. Again she looked into her companion’s face, and took heart from the resolution written there.
“I wish I knew what to say,” she said quietly.
“Sometimes there is nothing to say. It is all said for us,” he replied, with sudden dreariness. “Meanwhile, may I ask a favor of you?”
“Of course.”
“You have your little Sainte Anne?”