Junia saw Carnac making his way towards her house. “Well, I’ll talk with him,” she said, and her face flushed. She knew she must give account of her doings with Luzanne Larue.
A few moments later in the house, her hand lay in that of Carnac, and his eyes met hers.
“It’s all come our way, Junia,” he remarked gaily, though there was sadness in his tone.
“It’s as you wanted it. You won.”
“Thanks to you, Junia,” and he took from his pocket the blue certificate.
“That—oh, that was not easy to get,” she said with agitation. “She had a bad purpose, that girl.”
“She meant to announce it?”
“Yes, through Barode Barouche. He agreed to that.”
Carnac flushed. “He agreed to that—you know it?”
“Yes. The day you were made candidate she arrived here; and the next morning she went to Barode Barouche and told her story. He bade her remain secret till the time was ripe, and he was to be the judge of that. He was waiting for the night before the election. Then he was going to strike you and win!”