“No; merely a Canadian,” Brock reassured her.
“Isn’t it the same thing?”
A mocking light came into Brock’s gray eyes.
“Not always,” he replied quietly.
“No.” Nancy’s tone was thoughtful. “I am beginning to find it out. Our Englishman was unique.”
“Ours?”
“Yes, by adoption. The Good Sainte Anne and I took him in charge.”
“With what success?”
“It remains to be seen. We did our best for him; but really he was very preposterous.”
“What became of him?”