“And blood money is blood money, too. Is it not so, Jacques?”
“If it has to be earned by somebody, why not one as well as another?”
“I see no flaw in that reasoning either,” and Antoine laughed.
“Is that why you told Jacques you could use me to earn it?” asked Lucette, looking at him fixedly.
“Did he say that?” asked Antoine, glancing angrily at Dauban. He bore him no good will for having forced himself into this walk, nor for the angry words Lucette had spoken to him, and her looks.
“Indeed, he did. Didn’t you, Jacques?” and her sharp eyes were on him now much to his uneasiness.
“I didn’t say that exactly,” he replied.
“Jacques!” cried Lucette in an indignant tone.
“You mistook me.”
“Well, what did you say then?”