“Will you take me across the lake again?”
“What for?”
“No matter. I’ll just leave Margot’s canoe and you do it. There’s time enough.”
“What’ll you give me?”
“Pshaw! What can I give you? Nothing.”
“That’s all right. My mother, she wants the salt,” and he kicked the sack of that valuable article, lying at his feet. “There. She’s on the bank now and it’s not she will let me out of sight again, this long time.”
“You’d go fast enough, for money.”
“Maybe not. When one has Angelique Ricord for mére—— Umm.”
But it was less for Pierre than for Adrian that Angelique was waiting, and her expression was kinder than common.