Junia raised her eyebrows. "I'm not engaged to Carnac Grier, and he has never asked me to marry him—but what business is it of yours, ma'm'selle?"
"Come and I'll tell you." Luzanne moved towards the door. They were speechless till they reached Luzanne's lodgings.
"This is the house of Monsieur Marmette, an agent of Monsieur Barouche," said Junia. "I know it."
"You'll know it better soon. The agent of M'sieu' Barouche is a man of mark about here, and he'll be more marked soon—but yes!"
"You think Monsieur Barouche will be elected, do you?" asked Junia, as they closed the door.
"I know he will."
"I've been working for Monsieur Grier, and that isn't my opinion."
"I'm working for Barode Barouche, and I know the result."
They were now in Luzanne's small room, and Junia noted that it had all the characteristics of a habitant dwelling—even to the crucifix at the head of the bed, and the picture of the French-Canadian Premier of the Dominion on the wall. She also saw a rosary on a little hook beside the bed.
"How do you know?"