"You damned little fool, I'm not worth it!" Jacques's face shone.
"Every great man has his fool—alors!" was the happy reply.
"Jacques," Gaston presently said, "what's on your mind?"
"I saw—last night, monsieur," he said.
"You saw what?"
"I saw you in the court-yard with the lady." Gaston was now very grave.
"Did you recognise her?"
"No: she moved all as a spirit."
"Jacques, that matter is between you and me. I'm going to tell you, though, two things; and—where's your string of beads?"
Jacques drew out his rosary.