Another moment of silence and then Piquette turned toward him, both arms outstretched.
"You are right, mon petit Jeem. You s'all go to 'er and tell 'er——"
"Piquette——!"
"Je ne me fiche pas. Go. It's nothing to me."
Jim Horton had risen and put his arms around her, turning her face up to his and kissing her gently. She made no resistance, but she did not return his caress.
"You are too good for him, Piquette."
She stirred uneasily in his arms and then released herself.
"Go, Jeem——", she said. "Go."
"Will you meet me to-night at Javet's?"
"Yes. Au revoir, mon brave."