Cupid slid into the vacated seat. Chester dropped the document into his pocket.
"For what?" the girl archly inquired.
"I want to take it to my quarters and judge it there. Why shouldn't I?"
"Yes, you may do that."
"And now tell me of your father, or his father--the one Beloiseau knew--Théophile Chapdelaine."
"Both were Théophile. He knew them both."
"Then tell me of both."
"Mr. Chester, 'twould be to talk of myself!"
"I won't take it so. Tell the story purely as theirs. It must be fine. They were set, in conscience, against the conscience of their day----"
"So is Mr. Chester."