“I know it,” replied Denys with a smile, as he slipped his arm into hers and glanced at her.
“They would keep me in Morvaix,” laughed Pascal.
“And not they alone, Pascal. Do you know, Lucette, I have tried by the hour to persuade him to stay. But he tells me there are—shall I say it?” and he looked at Pascal, who shrugged his shoulders. “There are a woman’s eyes calling him away.”
“Warning me away, was what I said, friend.”
“’Tis the same thing,” declared Denys.
“Maybe; but ’twas the term I used. I think I have learnt to read more warnings than beckonings in women’s eyes. But ’tis the same in the end.”
Lucette watched him steadily as he spoke, and then surprised Denys by saying very seriously, and with something very much like a sigh—
“If that be the reason, it is well that you go, Pascal.”
“What, have you changed sides, Lucette?” cried Denys, rallying her.
“’Tis a woman’s way, Denys, and ever will be,” laughed Pascal.