Dr. Raunay came and pronounced a bad sprain of the left arm to be the only injury the man had received.
The doctor's sharp, black eyes were full of questions, but Mademoiselle Stéphanie met his gaze calmly, indifferently, and he dared not put one question into words.
"Monsieur, of course, will be our guest," she said when the doctor had taken his departure.
The man reddened slowly under his tan.
"I—really——" He raised himself on his right elbow.
Jeannette eyed him with sharp suspicion.
"Of course, you will stay," said mademoiselle, with her little imperious air.
"But I am quite well enough to go to an inn——"
"There is not one within five miles, and that—well——" A little expressive wave of the small hands and a whimsical smile finished her sentence.
"I do not like to trespass——"